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A review by levijs
The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G. K. Chesterton
4.0
A psychedelic dream inspired by a specifically Hot Fuzz x The Master and Margarita brand of aesthetic. This book delivers a rapid succession of oddities and mysteries as it unfolds, and the allegorical message, whatever it may actually be, feels like it works. Plus, just look at this prose:
“He knew that each one of these men stood at the extreme end, so to speak, of some wild road of reasoning. He could only fancy, as in some old-world fable, that if a man went westward to the end of the world he would find something—say a tree—that was more or less than a tree, a tree possessed by spirit; and that if he went east to the end of the world he would find something else that was now wholly itself—a tower, perhaps, of which the very shape was wicked. So these figures seemed to stand up, silent, and unaccountable against an ultimate horizon, visions from the verge. The ends of the earth were closing in.”
I’m certain that I’ll return to this book, even if only to thumb through looking for passages that I underlined—no doubt for their philosophical sensibilities or prosaic allure.
“He knew that each one of these men stood at the extreme end, so to speak, of some wild road of reasoning. He could only fancy, as in some old-world fable, that if a man went westward to the end of the world he would find something—say a tree—that was more or less than a tree, a tree possessed by spirit; and that if he went east to the end of the world he would find something else that was now wholly itself—a tower, perhaps, of which the very shape was wicked. So these figures seemed to stand up, silent, and unaccountable against an ultimate horizon, visions from the verge. The ends of the earth were closing in.”
I’m certain that I’ll return to this book, even if only to thumb through looking for passages that I underlined—no doubt for their philosophical sensibilities or prosaic allure.