The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown: The subject of this title seeks out Rupert Grant, an amateur detective, and with the help of Swinburne, the narrator, and Grant's brother, Basil, a former "mad" judge, they proceed to cleverly solve his dilemma. Retired and living comfortably and quietly in a tiny picturesque villa, Major Brown has a mania for pansies. One day while strolling down a lane, he meets a man pushing flowers in a wheelbarrow and is convinced to purchase the pansies among them. Yet before departing, the man whispers that if the Major will only climb the garden wall, he will see the most admired pansies in the whole of England. Against his nature, Major Brown accepts a boost up and is flabbergasted by what he sees. It is not the pansies themselves that catch his attention but the arrangement of them, spelling out "Death to Major Brown." Never one to quail in any situation, Brown introduces himself to the gardener of the house who takes him inside to meet a peculiar lady who is staring out the window, but he remembers to warn him beforehand not to mention the "jackal." They begin to converse but suddenly their conversation is cut short by a blood-curdling screech, "Major Brown, Major Brown, where does the jackal dwell?" When the Major runs outside, he spies a coal-black decapitated head on the sidewalk, where apparently the screams are coming from. What is going on? Who is trying to kill the Major? And why does idiosyncratic Basil seem unconcerned? Chesterton ties up his story with his usual aplomb, and yet still leaves you wondering. There is also a neat contrast between Basil and Rupert, the former using his intellect and the latter acting on impulse. A very fun tale!
The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation: Charles Swinburne, the narrator of the last tale, and Basil Grant are travelling on the top of a deserted tramcar, speaking philosophically about the plight of the poor and the perception of them. Basil declares that in spite of their circumstances, the majority of the poor are good people and that "the very vileness of life of these ordered plebeian places bears witness to the victory of the human soul." No sooner has he uttered these words than he spies a man on the street and his astonishment is palpable. He announces that he's observing the most wicked man in the world. When Swinburne requests to know the man's sins, Grant admits that he has never seen him before this moment. Swinburne is startlingly perplexed. How has Basil made his assumption? But there is no time to question as his friend grabs him and they are off on a chase after the most wicked man in the world. In a world of fact versus impression and appearance versus reality, how are they to know whom to trust?
The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit: Swinburne is dressing to meet Basil Grant at a dinner party when suddenly the sound of the doorbell resounds through the house. It is the Reverend Ellis Shorter who has heard of his friend, Major Brown's adventures and has come to seek help. Swinburne, impatient to be off to his engagement, gets impatient with the Vicar's dodderings and prevaricating whereupon the Vicar gives him leave to go, but states if he does not hear him out before he does, a man will be dead! He relates a queer story of being kidnapped by a women's sewing club, and a subsequent photograph of himself that had never been taken. Swinburne is perplexed and takes the vicar to Basil to sort out the mystery!
Reverend Oliver Maron, Vicar of Lancaster George Romney |
The Singular Speculation of the House Agent: Lieutenant Keith Drummond manages to excite Rupert's suspicions and barely concealed contempt with his larger-than-life stories and exaggerated claims. Upon Drummond requesting a loan from Basil and claiming a visit to a house-agent, Rupert near demands to accompany him in hopes of exposing sinister purposes. All four men set off together, and after a curiously unintelligible conversation between the odd little house agent and Drummond, in which the agent presents a ferret, some lizards and a spider, Drummond escapes before the rest. When they follow him, they come upon a commotion and find that there has been a brawl. Drummond has been part of it, with his clothes torn and his sword, which he commonly carries with him, drawn. The police get his address, yet Swinburne, Basil and Rupert discover the next day that the address was a fake. Rupert is exultant with the proof of his suspicions of Drummond's disreputable character, but Basil merely laughs, claiming that Drummond his one of the most honest men and that truth can be stranger than fiction. How can this be? Is some of the mad judge's madness finally showing through? The truth will be discovered at the address that doesn't exist.
Purley, Surrey (now south London) source Wikipedia Commons |
The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd: Basil Grant doesn't have many friends, but the ones he does have are a motley collection of idiosyncratic characters. One day, he is discussing with his friend, Professor Chadd, an eminent ethnologist and expert on the relation of language to savages, the impact of science on the observable knowledge of Zulus versus the knowledge gained by living like a Zulu. Chadd, a stuffy academic, who has recently been appointed as curator of the Asiatic manuscripts at the British Museum, answers in stuffy, didactic prose. The next morning, Basil receives a telegram from one of Chadd's three sisters: Chadd has suffered a mental breakdown and Basil is entreated to come at once. Upon his arrival, Basil discovers that the Professor will not communicate with anyone and, instead, will only move his legs in a kind of rigid, hopping dance. The doctor is with him and when Basil approaches, he asks for a moment with his friend. The observers are surprised to see the respectable Mr. Grant with a paper and pencil, following Chadd about and jotting notes as he goes. They are further astounded when he begins to hop around in a parody of Chadd. The situation is further complicated with the arrival of Mr. Bingham of the British Museum. Great Scots! How can a lunatic be curator of the Asiatic manuscripts?!! Yet Basil declares to Bingham that they need to pay Chadd £800 per year until he stops dancing. What? Has Basil gone mad as well? Are there two lunatics, one or none?
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The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady: Swinburne is walking with his friend, Rupert Grant, the amateur detective, when Grant spots a milkman walking ahead of them. Suspicious because of the careless way the man carries his milk can, Grant swears that if they follow him, they will find a mystery at the end of the trail. When the milkman disappears down area steps to a basement, Grant follows and emerges triumphant. He has heard a cry for help in the downstairs room, repeating, "When shall I get out? Will they ever let me out?". Determined to rescue the imprisoned lady, they enlist Basil's help and with his usual aplomb, Basil gains entry to the house but when he emerges, he claims that the men inside are good chaps. Incensed, both Rupert and Swinburne insist on entering the house themselves to find the victim. The "chaps" allow them in but a fight ensues in which our three rescuers are pinned. Will they get free to release the poor woman who's been detained? Yet with Basil Grant, nothing is every as it seems.
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In Basil Grant, Chesterton creates, not a scientifically brilliant detective like Sherlock Holmes, but one who is astute in the workings of human nature, which makes for truly fascinating cases. Another fantastic effort by Chesterton who keeps the reader guessing, and never quite sure whether up is down or down is up in The Club of Queer Trades.
This sounds so amazing! I'm definitely going to find it and read it! Great review :)
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That's great, Aeriko! I found it not only lots of fun but thought provoking. I hope you like it!
DeleteMy reading list must now include Chesterton! Thank you for the great posting. It sounds as though I have neglected for too long a wonderful writer. Perhaps he will fit in nicely with my reading plans (and themes) at Beyond Eastrod; in fact, I suspect he and Flannery O'Connor (the subject of my posting today) would have been kindred spirits.
ReplyDeleteChesterton is a jewel. I have to say, I enjoyed these stories even more than Doyle's Holmes ---- there are much more meat to them. Yes, I think you're right about Chesterton and O'Connor. :-)
DeleteI can't wait to read more and more Chesterton. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm not sure what my next one will be but he's definitely going on my frequently read list. I have some essays of his to read for my Deal Me In Challenge, so perhaps I'll go there next.
DeleteI love Chesterton and the premises of these stories seem so him...eccentric, funny and succinct...I must get this set....
ReplyDeleteI think you'd like these stories ...... they are just odd. Oh, but not to say that you're odd, or anything! ;-) Hee hee! They're perfect for peaceful Sunday reading.
DeleteWell...I kind of like the adjective odd....its unusual and trust me Cleo...lot of people think I am!! :)
DeleteYes, me too, so it appears that we're in good company! ;-)
DeleteHI Cleopatra! I see you have already in fact reviewed this book. Your review is much more thorough than mine.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy how Chesterton makes the reader thank about things in a way we don't normally. He has these little twists and turns that always keeps us guessing.
If I'd read as many books as you, my review would have been much shorter! :-) I always feel like Chesterton has given me food for thought but also that he's still dangling a carrot that I can't quite reach. It leaves you wanting to come back for more! :-)
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