An utterly charming collection of essays. G.K. Chesterton brings his trademark warmth, wit, and whimsy to the defense of topics ranging from heraldry to humility, skeletons to slang, and penny dreadfuls to patriotism. He has a way of seeing things sideways, inside-out, and upside down that brings these subjects to life in a new way and makes them not only acceptable but praise-worthy.
Prior to reading this book as a whole, I had often been enchanted by one of its essays, "In Defence of Baby-Worship." It is worth reading in full (and in the company of its brothers and sisters in this volume), but here is a sampling to whet the appetite:
The most unfathomable schools and sages have never attained to the gravity which dwells in the eyes of a baby of three months old. It is the gravity of astonishment at the universe, and astonishment at the universe is not mysticism, but a transcendent common sense. The fascination of children lies in this: that with each of them all things are remade, and the universe is put again upon its trial. As we walk the streets and see below us those delightful bulbous heads, three times too big for the body, which mark these human mushrooms, we ought always to remember that within every one of these heads there is a new universe, as new as it was on the seventh day of creation. In each of those orbs there is a new system of stars, new grass, new cities, a new sea.
Chesterton has such a vitality of spirit that he makes the world leap off the page and demand to be seen in colors the human eye cannot discern. This lovely collection not only thrills with its vibrancy, it enlightens with its relevancy. Whoda thunk 16 pieces of commentary on the contemporary cultural bugaboos and peccadillos from almost a century and a quarter past would find their ways into the zeitgeist of our own era and click into place so smoothly and easily that one might suppose they were written last night? Chesterton might not have known he was writing for the ages - or he may well have. In being a man so comfortably and thoroughly in his time yet not of it, he has dipped his pen in the ink of the immortals.
There is no better defender of the quirky magic of a Spirit-soaked universe than the Defendant.