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Matters Criminous crime / mystery / detective literature:a critical list with discussions Crime/Mystery Series: Father BrownThe bones and structure of a good detective story are so old and well known that it may seem banal to state them even in outline. A policeman, stupid but sweet-tempered, and always weakly erring on the side of mercy, walks along the street; and in the course of his ordinary business finds a man in Bulgarian uniform killed with an Australian boomerang in a Brompton milk-shop. Having set free all the most suspicious persons in the story, he then appeals to the bull-dog professional detective, who appeals to the hawk-like amateur detective. The latter finds near the corpse a boot-lace, a button-boot, a French newspaper, and a return ticket from the Hebrides; and so, relentlessly, link by link, brings the crime home to the Archbishop of Canterbury. G. K. Chesterton's Father BrownAbout the AuthorChesterton was a highly literate, imaginative, and prodigious writer in a variety of fields. Though for most of his literary life he wrote in direct or indirect support of his profound belief in Roman Catholicism, his output is by no means parochial (in any sense) or unduly didactic. There are many Chesterton sites and pages, some of the more notable being:
About the CharacterBackgroundWe learn very little if anything about Father Brown's background: he springs out in the first tale, fully realized, or as fully as he will ever be. He is deliberately made rather a cipher, more an absence of characteristics than a character, though at once we see that he is almost the Platonic ideal of the idea priest: calm, gentle, wise, knowing, polite, humble, unassuming, comforting--yet rock-hard and immovable when it comes to the moral sticking place. (Chesterton confirms that: "[I]n Father Brown it was the chief feature to be featureless. The point of him was to appear pointless . . . his commonplace exterior was meant to contrast with unsuspected vigilance and intelligence".) At the outset, in the very first tale, Father Brown captures the notorious physical and mental giant of a criminal, Flambeau; but soon after, the post-jail reformed Flambeau becomes a private detective and Father Brown's closest (perhaps only) friend. I don't know much about the duties and assignments of Roman Catholic priests (or any other kind, for that matter), but Father Brown seems always to have an awful lot of free time on his hands. To be sure, he chronically gets involved in matters through being called in to do the offices of his vocation, but he never seems to have to account to anyone for his time and how he spends it. He is, in a way, a man-of-the-cloth parallel to Holmes and Watson: adventure forever beckoning and no real responsibilities. Of course, that's unfair: Holmes and Watson do what they do for the thrill of the chase, while Father Brown does it for the spiritual health of the characters. But his quotidian tasks seem never to interfere with his detective ones. (I find that Chesteron himself was not unaware of this curious matter. His Father Brown tales, he once observed, have "a good deal of inconsistency and inaccuracy on minor points; not the least of such flaws being the general suggestion that Father Brown had nothing particular to do, except to hang about in any household where there was likely to be a murder".) Development and ExecutionFor all their immense, romping, colorful variety, Chesterton's fictions uniformly have a clear underlying common element: paradox. The very word "Chestertonian" has passed into the language, signifying a quality found in such pronouncements as "Naturally, having no legs, he won the walking-race easily" or "As there was nothing to drink, they all got tipsy at once." (Gervase Fen, calling it "the Chesterton effect", exhibits "Why was the dead mans's arm cut off? Because he hadn't got an arm.") All these paradoxes have a point, one encompassed in the term he adopted as almost a motto, which term he acquired from a passage in Charles Dickens: mooreeffoc. Dickens recalled seeing that word as a child and being much puzzled by it until, in a flash, he realized that he was seeing, in a mirror reflecting a shop front, the quite ordinary word coffeeroom. Chesterton's paradoxes were each a mooreeffoc: they are only bizarrely bewildering till we recognize that we have been seeing a very ordinary thing wrong-way round. With that tool of paradox, Chesterton attempts to make us see the "ordinary" as extraordinary, or perhaps I should say he makes us see that there is no "ordinary"--the whole of existence is extraordinary. Chesterton does not aim merely to create clever puzzles, nor even merely to illuminate the wonders of the "everyday": he has a staunch moral purpose. He wishes us to see the world as he sees it, as a special creation of the particular God in whom he believes fiercely. But, while his belief is ferocious, his advocacy is strikingly mild; Father Brown, like all his detectors of crime (see Other Chesterton "Detectives" and the Like farther below), comes to us in stories so calm in presentation that it is only on reflection that we see beneath the surface to the grim and rock-hard realities Chesterton alludes to. Father Brown himself--we never learn his first name, though we get the initial "J."--was deliberately constructed by Chesterton to be a comic stereotype of apparently useless, inept unworldliness. Here is our first-ever description of him: The little priest was so much the essence of those Eastern flats: he had a face as round and dull as a Norfolk dumpling; he had eyes as empty as the North Sea; he had several brown-paper bags which he was quite incapable of collecting. . . . He had a large, shabby umbrella, which constantly fell on the floor. He did not seem to know which was the right end of his return ticket. But we, of course, are entitled to the reader's smirk we get when the bully pushes Clark Kent around. When "the little priest" turns the master criminal Flambeau in to the Scotland Yard men, Flambeau is, to put it mildly, disconcerted: "How in blazes do you know all these horrors?" cried Flambeau. Of course, that is too facile, else there would be many real-life Father Browns, and there aren't (fiction notwithstanding). But Chesterton meant his protagonist not as a realistic character but as a sort of moral spotlight that he could turn on such issues as seemed good to him to illuminate. Naturally, such a didactic approach, especially within the confines of a strictly classical-form detective short story (there were no Father Brown novels), is an adventure all too likely to miscarry unless the writer be possessed of something at least near to genius. Chesterton was. Some TastesI like to offer readers modest samples of an author's style. These I select almost at random, flipping pages till I find what seems a reasonably compact yet self-contained and representative sample of the writer's prose. None of these tidbits are to be thought of any especial high point, but rather as a mere taste of the writer. There is somewhere in Brompton or Kensington an interminable avenue of tall houses, rich but largely empty, that looks like a terrace of tombs. The very steps up to the dark front doors seem as steep as the sides of pyramids; one would hesitate to knock at the door, lest it should be opened by a mummy. But a yet more depressing feature in the grey façade is its telescopic length and changeless continuity. The pilgrim walking down it begins to think he will never come to a break or corner; but there is one exception--a very small one, but hailed by the pilgrim almost with a shout. There is a sort of mews between two of the tall mansions, a mere slit like the crack of a door by comparison with the street, but just large enough to permit a pygmy ale-house or eating-house, still allowed by the rich to their stable-servants, to stand in the angle. There is something cheery in its very dinginess, and something free and elfin in its very insignificance. At the feet of those grey stone giants, it looks like a lighted house of dwarfs. In ShortThe Father Brown stories, as suggested above, are at once quite various and quite uniform. We are seeing the same cast performing the same script, no matter the variety of their costumes. The stories are delicious, but as with real sweets, it is inadvisable to take too many at one sitting. Ignore that principle and you risk at the least a certain cloying, if not an actual bellyache; observe it, and you have a nice parade of eminently and elegantly pleasing confections. Other ViewsThere are a few pages aimed more or less exclusively at Chesterton's most famous detective, including these:
There is also a Chesterton/Father-Brown page at the site of the specialist mystery publishing house The Battered Silicon Dispatch Case, offering a very expensive but succulent new truly complete, richly illustrated, and extensively annotated two-volume special edition of the Father Brown tales; the page includes some background information. The BooksFather BrownChesterton never wrote a Father Brown novel; though the number of short stories is large, each is short and they make a reasonable one-volume anthology--there's no point in buying them in any other form.
Other Chesterton "Detectives" and the LikeChesterton had a strong fondness for the detective story, both in and of itself and as a vehicle for moral didacticism. Several of his creations--each encompassed in a single volume, or sometimes a single story--is worth making the acquaintance of.
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