I’m too tired to think of a good blog post tonight, and there are no updates on TG, so please enjoy this review I recently wrote.
I challenged myself in 2024 to re-read the books that impacted me most in my 20s. Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton ranked high on that list. But I realized that to really re-read Orthodoxy, I first needed to start at the beginning of the debate, with the shots fired in Heretics. (And truly, this book is shots fired! Chesterton has no problem tackling all the big thinkers of his day and explaining Why They Are Wrong.)
It is a curious books in many respects. Published in 1905, Heretics stands at a weird crossroads halfway through the Edwardian era. WW1 is still a murky 9 years or so off. Joseph Chamberlain is the British politician garnering Chesterton’s wrath; his son will yet become Neville Chamberlain who infamously attempted to appease Hitler.
The thinkers of the day garnering Chesterton’s critique will be familiar in our English lit courses but not necessarily for their brands of philosophy. Chesterton kicks off by analyzing the public writing of Rudyard Kipling, H.G. Wells, and Bernard Shaw.
The first half of this book, where Chesterton stays (mostly) on track by focusing on other thinkers, is the most digestible and most practical. He then veers off at random points to vent about cowardly journalists, the fallacy of “young” nations, and the problem with identifying certain attributes with race. (Particularly interesting in light of Europe’s next few decades.)
As you might expect with Chesterton, no matter what his topic, he has the best one liners. A few favorites:
“Scotland continues to be educated and Calvinistic; England continues to be uneducated and happy.”
“Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable.”
But he also has a way of expressing big thoughts with few words, meaning it often takes a while to fully grasp what he is saying. But when you do, it sure packs a wallop. Take the following few sentences and think about modern discourse on social media:
“There is nothing really narrow about the clan; the thing which is really narrow is the clique. The men of the clan live together because they all wear the same tartan or are all descended from the same sacred cow; but in their souls, by the divine luck of things, there will always be more colors than in any tartan. But the men of the clique live together because they have the same kind of soul, and their narrowness is a narrowness of spiritual coherence and contentment, like that which exists in hell.”
This was certainly a solid start to my re-reads.