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A collection of related short stories by British author G. K. Chesterton. Each story is centered on a person who is making his living by some novel and extraordinary means (a "queer trade"). To gain admittance to the Club, one must have a unique queer trade as principal source of income. "Cherub" Swinburne describes his quest for The Club of Queer Trades with his friend Basil Grant, a retired judge, and Rupert Grant, a private detective who is Basil's younger brother. Each of the stories describes their encounter with one of the trades. In the final story, Rupert Grant rescues a lady from her kidnappers but cannot understand why she refuses to be rescued. The answer leads to the unveiling of the mystery of The Club of Queer Trades.
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First published January 1, 1905
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G.K. Chesterton
4,328听books5,543听followersGilbert Keith Chesterton was an English writer, philosopher, lay theologian, and literary and art critic.
He was educated at St. Paul鈥檚, and went to art school at University College London. In 1900, he was asked to contribute a few magazine articles on art criticism, and went on to become one of the most prolific writers of all time. He wrote a hundred books, contributions to 200 more, hundreds of poems, including the epic Ballad of the White Horse, five plays, five novels, and some two hundred short stories, including a popular series featuring the priest-detective, Father Brown. In spite of his literary accomplishments, he considered himself primarily a journalist. He wrote over 4000 newspaper essays, including 30 years worth of weekly columns for the Illustrated London News, and 13 years of weekly columns for the Daily News. He also edited his own newspaper, G.K.鈥檚 Weekly.
Chesterton was equally at ease with literary and social criticism, history, politics, economics, philosophy, and theology.
He was educated at St. Paul鈥檚, and went to art school at University College London. In 1900, he was asked to contribute a few magazine articles on art criticism, and went on to become one of the most prolific writers of all time. He wrote a hundred books, contributions to 200 more, hundreds of poems, including the epic Ballad of the White Horse, five plays, five novels, and some two hundred short stories, including a popular series featuring the priest-detective, Father Brown. In spite of his literary accomplishments, he considered himself primarily a journalist. He wrote over 4000 newspaper essays, including 30 years worth of weekly columns for the Illustrated London News, and 13 years of weekly columns for the Daily News. He also edited his own newspaper, G.K.鈥檚 Weekly.
Chesterton was equally at ease with literary and social criticism, history, politics, economics, philosophy, and theology.
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May 6, 2025
I found this title after harvesting at the library for the next few weeks. These novels inevitably all present an unexpected profession. It's pretty funny, sometimes far-fetched. The character of Basil, a former magistrate considered mad, seems particularly improbable with his ability to see the reality of personalities immediately. But it's excellent and quick to read, a delightful interlude.
I only knew of Gilbert Keith Chesterton from a few surveys by Father Brown I read a long time ago鈥攆inally, an author to remember when the need to smile through books arises.
I only knew of Gilbert Keith Chesterton from a few surveys by Father Brown I read a long time ago鈥攆inally, an author to remember when the need to smile through books arises.
October 12, 2021
These six short stories are light and amusing, but not shallow. Swinburne relates adventures with his friend Basil Grant, who is a retired and reclusive former judge, described as mad, mystical, and a poet, with almost no friends, but who 鈥渨ould talk to any one anywhere鈥�. They discover people with a peculiar (鈥渜ueer鈥� in the old sense) and unique way of making a living, which makes them eligible for the select and secretive club of the title. I love the concept, and I enjoyed the individual cases.
Each character is delightfully and distinctly drawn, especially in their manner of speech, and the fifth story has a linguistic angle.
Chesterton鈥檚 writing is sometimes similar to Wodehouse, though I鈥檓 not sure either would appreciate the comparison. In 鈥淢r. Mulliner Speaking鈥�, PGW wrote 鈥淭he drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like GK Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.鈥�. There are also Wildean flourishes of counter-intuitive epigrams and philosophical musings on truth, logic, and meaning.
The stories unfold with nods to detective fiction, especially when Basil鈥檚 much younger brother, Rupert, is involved: he's a private detective.
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown, 5*
Major Brown, 鈥�a man with the natural beliefs and tastes of an old maid鈥� and a passion for pansies (the flowers) comes to them with 鈥�one of the most astounding stories in the world鈥�. That鈥檚 setting the bar high! But it is an extraordinary sequence of increasingly odd, alarming, puzzling, and surreal events: a shocking message spelled out in flowers, a mysterious woman, inexplicable references to property deeds and jackals, a violent attack, things vanishing, a letter, and an itemised bill.
Grant rejects the narrator鈥檚 obvious explanation:
鈥�I never could believe in that man - what's his name, in those capital stories? - Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree.鈥�
The revelation is both fantastical and realistic. Brilliant. The biggest surprise is that what was imagined in 1905 now happens for 鈥渞eal鈥� in the digital world:
鈥�There is no element in modern life that is more lamentable than the fact that the modern man has to seek all artistic existence in a sedentary state. If he wishes to float into fairyland, he reads a book; if he wishes to dash into the thick of battle, he reads a book鈥�鈥�
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation, 2*
This opens with good and thoughtful descriptions of 鈥�the real horror of the poor parts of London, the horror that is so totally missed and misrepresented by the sensational novelists鈥�, Dickensian darkness and gaslight, and the excitement of a glimpse of 鈥�the wickedest man in England鈥�. But soon there was too much running around, with too many brief appearances of characters that I didn鈥檛 really distinguish, all for a less-interesting revelation. A disappointment after the first story.
Image: "Basil bent suddenly down and tore a paper out of Sir Walter's breast-pocket." (.)
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit, 4*
A 鈥�flappy and floppy鈥� and excessively apologetic elderly clergyman turns up on an urgent matter of life and death, just as Swinburne is dressing to go out for dinner.
鈥�I have never been forcibly dressed up as an old woman and made to take part in a crime in the character of an old woman.鈥�
That tickles Swinburne鈥檚 interest, but by the end of Rev Ellis Shorter鈥檚 tale, Swinburne is baffled, and they both go to Basil Grant鈥檚 to figure it out, which Basil does, instantly. As a detective story, it鈥檚 weak: there isn鈥檛 a trail of clues and red-herrings. But as an amusing character study and a delightfully unexpected 鈥渜ueer trade鈥�, I enjoyed it.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House-Agent, 4*
鈥�He was a man who told the kind of adventures which win a man admiration, but not respect.鈥�
Drummond Keith is an 鈥渆legant鈥�, 鈥渘omadic鈥�, and 鈥渧ery impecunious鈥� middle-aged retired lieutenant who continually changes lodgings, and is 鈥渁 teller of tall tales鈥�. A house-agent finds him a house. A green house, that is very inconspicuous. Extraordinarily so. Or maybe just extraordinary.
鈥�When you are guessing about any one who is sane, the sanest thing is the most likely; when you are guessing about any one who is, like our host, insane, the maddest thing is the most likely.鈥�
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd, 4*
Professor Chadd is an ethnologist with an interest in primitive culture and languages. Yes, the terminology is dated, but the underlying attitudes are more benevolent.
Basil Grant asserts that Zulu culture is not evolutionarily inferior. 鈥�Suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?鈥�, and he goes on to assert that 鈥�you know more about Zulus in the sense that you are a scientist, I know more about them in the sense that I am a savage鈥�. The next day, Grant is summoned by Chadd鈥檚 sisters, who are distraught that he seems to have gone mad. It鈥檚 a very original story, with a thought-provoking angle for those interested in linguistics.
Image: "Basil Grant talking to Mr Bingham of the British Museum." (The original caption is a spoiler.)) (.)
6. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady, 4*
Rupert Grant is prone to 鈥渓ong fantasias of detective deduction鈥� and 鈥渨ith this mad logic in his brain, seeing a conspiracy in a cab accident鈥�. He spots a suspicious milkman and follows him, with Swinburne in tow. What they find is unexpected, and the reaction to their intervention even more so. Unusually, this mystery isn鈥檛 solved until months later. This is the last story in the collection, so the final section wraps up the book.
So what are the six queer trades?
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown
Image: "The cries appeared to come from a decapitated head resting on the pavement.." (.)
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit
This particular 鈥渜ueer trade鈥� is one I would use occasionally, if I could afford it.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House-Agent
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd
6. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady
Quotes
鈥� 鈥淗e welcomed a human face as he might welcome a sudden blend of colour in a sunset; but he no more felt the need of going out to parties than he felt the need of altering the sunset clouds.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he peculiar speech, which consisted of only saying about a quarter of each sentence, and that sharply, like the crack of a gun.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淪he was a graceful, green-clad figure, with fiery red hair and a flavour of .鈥� and 鈥渙ne of the queerest and yet most attractive faces he had ever seen in his life; open, and yet tantalising, the face of an elf.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he most perfect place for talking on earth鈥攖he top of a tolerably deserted tramcar. To talk on the top of a hill is superb, but to talk on the top of a flying hill is a fairy tale.鈥�
鈥� 鈥溾€楴o, thank you, no, thank you; not just now,鈥� he repeated with that hysterical eagerness with which people who do not drink at all often try to convey that on any other night of the week they would sit up all night drinking rum-punch.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭ruth must of necessity be stranger than fiction鈥� for fiction is the creation of the human mind, and therefore is congenial to it.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淎 solitary old gentleman鈥� He had an egglike head, froglike jaws, and a grey hairy fringe of aureole round the lower part of his face; the whole combined with a reddish, aquiline nose. He wore a shabby black frock-coat, a sort of semi-clerical tie worn at a very unclerical angle, and looked, generally speaking, about as unlike a house-agent as anything could look, short of something like a sandwich man or a Scotch Highlander.鈥�
鈥� He 鈥渉ad remained throughout the proceedings in a state of Napoleonic calm, which might be more accurately described as a state of Napoleonic stupidity.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淏uttering his toast with an energy that was somewhat exultant.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淎 livid sunset seemed to look at us with a sort of sickly smile before it died.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淸We] exchanged a few words about the weather. Then we had talked for about an hour about politics and God; for men always talk about the most important things to total strangers.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淢iracles should always happen in broad daylight. The night makes them credible and therefore commonplace.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淗is reasoning is particularly cold and clear, and invariably leads him wrong. But his poetry comes in abruptly and leads him right.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he house鈥� stood up ponderous and purple against the last pallor of twilight. It looked like an ogre's castle.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淚 know of nothing that is safe鈥� except, possibly - death鈥�
Other humorous short stories
I read the first of these in Paul Merton鈥檚 anthology, Funny Ha Ha, and enjoyed it so much, I sought out the rest. See my review of Funny Ha Ha, HERE), for other such stories, by 60 different authors.
You can read all six stories on Gutenberg.org, .
Each character is delightfully and distinctly drawn, especially in their manner of speech, and the fifth story has a linguistic angle.
Chesterton鈥檚 writing is sometimes similar to Wodehouse, though I鈥檓 not sure either would appreciate the comparison. In 鈥淢r. Mulliner Speaking鈥�, PGW wrote 鈥淭he drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like GK Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.鈥�. There are also Wildean flourishes of counter-intuitive epigrams and philosophical musings on truth, logic, and meaning.
The stories unfold with nods to detective fiction, especially when Basil鈥檚 much younger brother, Rupert, is involved: he's a private detective.
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown, 5*
Major Brown, 鈥�a man with the natural beliefs and tastes of an old maid鈥� and a passion for pansies (the flowers) comes to them with 鈥�one of the most astounding stories in the world鈥�. That鈥檚 setting the bar high! But it is an extraordinary sequence of increasingly odd, alarming, puzzling, and surreal events: a shocking message spelled out in flowers, a mysterious woman, inexplicable references to property deeds and jackals, a violent attack, things vanishing, a letter, and an itemised bill.
Grant rejects the narrator鈥檚 obvious explanation:
鈥�I never could believe in that man - what's his name, in those capital stories? - Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree.鈥�
The revelation is both fantastical and realistic. Brilliant. The biggest surprise is that what was imagined in 1905 now happens for 鈥渞eal鈥� in the digital world:
鈥�There is no element in modern life that is more lamentable than the fact that the modern man has to seek all artistic existence in a sedentary state. If he wishes to float into fairyland, he reads a book; if he wishes to dash into the thick of battle, he reads a book鈥�鈥�
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation, 2*
This opens with good and thoughtful descriptions of 鈥�the real horror of the poor parts of London, the horror that is so totally missed and misrepresented by the sensational novelists鈥�, Dickensian darkness and gaslight, and the excitement of a glimpse of 鈥�the wickedest man in England鈥�. But soon there was too much running around, with too many brief appearances of characters that I didn鈥檛 really distinguish, all for a less-interesting revelation. A disappointment after the first story.
Image: "Basil bent suddenly down and tore a paper out of Sir Walter's breast-pocket." (.)
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit, 4*
A 鈥�flappy and floppy鈥� and excessively apologetic elderly clergyman turns up on an urgent matter of life and death, just as Swinburne is dressing to go out for dinner.
鈥�I have never been forcibly dressed up as an old woman and made to take part in a crime in the character of an old woman.鈥�
That tickles Swinburne鈥檚 interest, but by the end of Rev Ellis Shorter鈥檚 tale, Swinburne is baffled, and they both go to Basil Grant鈥檚 to figure it out, which Basil does, instantly. As a detective story, it鈥檚 weak: there isn鈥檛 a trail of clues and red-herrings. But as an amusing character study and a delightfully unexpected 鈥渜ueer trade鈥�, I enjoyed it.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House-Agent, 4*
鈥�He was a man who told the kind of adventures which win a man admiration, but not respect.鈥�
Drummond Keith is an 鈥渆legant鈥�, 鈥渘omadic鈥�, and 鈥渧ery impecunious鈥� middle-aged retired lieutenant who continually changes lodgings, and is 鈥渁 teller of tall tales鈥�. A house-agent finds him a house. A green house, that is very inconspicuous. Extraordinarily so. Or maybe just extraordinary.
鈥�When you are guessing about any one who is sane, the sanest thing is the most likely; when you are guessing about any one who is, like our host, insane, the maddest thing is the most likely.鈥�
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd, 4*
Professor Chadd is an ethnologist with an interest in primitive culture and languages. Yes, the terminology is dated, but the underlying attitudes are more benevolent.
Basil Grant asserts that Zulu culture is not evolutionarily inferior. 鈥�Suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?鈥�, and he goes on to assert that 鈥�you know more about Zulus in the sense that you are a scientist, I know more about them in the sense that I am a savage鈥�. The next day, Grant is summoned by Chadd鈥檚 sisters, who are distraught that he seems to have gone mad. It鈥檚 a very original story, with a thought-provoking angle for those interested in linguistics.
Image: "Basil Grant talking to Mr Bingham of the British Museum." (The original caption is a spoiler.)) (.)
6. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady, 4*
Rupert Grant is prone to 鈥渓ong fantasias of detective deduction鈥� and 鈥渨ith this mad logic in his brain, seeing a conspiracy in a cab accident鈥�. He spots a suspicious milkman and follows him, with Swinburne in tow. What they find is unexpected, and the reaction to their intervention even more so. Unusually, this mystery isn鈥檛 solved until months later. This is the last story in the collection, so the final section wraps up the book.
So what are the six queer trades?
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown
Image: "The cries appeared to come from a decapitated head resting on the pavement.." (.)
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit
This particular 鈥渜ueer trade鈥� is one I would use occasionally, if I could afford it.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House-Agent
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd
6. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady
Quotes
鈥� 鈥淗e welcomed a human face as he might welcome a sudden blend of colour in a sunset; but he no more felt the need of going out to parties than he felt the need of altering the sunset clouds.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he peculiar speech, which consisted of only saying about a quarter of each sentence, and that sharply, like the crack of a gun.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淪he was a graceful, green-clad figure, with fiery red hair and a flavour of .鈥� and 鈥渙ne of the queerest and yet most attractive faces he had ever seen in his life; open, and yet tantalising, the face of an elf.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he most perfect place for talking on earth鈥攖he top of a tolerably deserted tramcar. To talk on the top of a hill is superb, but to talk on the top of a flying hill is a fairy tale.鈥�
鈥� 鈥溾€楴o, thank you, no, thank you; not just now,鈥� he repeated with that hysterical eagerness with which people who do not drink at all often try to convey that on any other night of the week they would sit up all night drinking rum-punch.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭ruth must of necessity be stranger than fiction鈥� for fiction is the creation of the human mind, and therefore is congenial to it.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淎 solitary old gentleman鈥� He had an egglike head, froglike jaws, and a grey hairy fringe of aureole round the lower part of his face; the whole combined with a reddish, aquiline nose. He wore a shabby black frock-coat, a sort of semi-clerical tie worn at a very unclerical angle, and looked, generally speaking, about as unlike a house-agent as anything could look, short of something like a sandwich man or a Scotch Highlander.鈥�
鈥� He 鈥渉ad remained throughout the proceedings in a state of Napoleonic calm, which might be more accurately described as a state of Napoleonic stupidity.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淏uttering his toast with an energy that was somewhat exultant.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淎 livid sunset seemed to look at us with a sort of sickly smile before it died.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淸We] exchanged a few words about the weather. Then we had talked for about an hour about politics and God; for men always talk about the most important things to total strangers.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淢iracles should always happen in broad daylight. The night makes them credible and therefore commonplace.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淗is reasoning is particularly cold and clear, and invariably leads him wrong. But his poetry comes in abruptly and leads him right.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淭he house鈥� stood up ponderous and purple against the last pallor of twilight. It looked like an ogre's castle.鈥�
鈥� 鈥淚 know of nothing that is safe鈥� except, possibly - death鈥�
Other humorous short stories
I read the first of these in Paul Merton鈥檚 anthology, Funny Ha Ha, and enjoyed it so much, I sought out the rest. See my review of Funny Ha Ha, HERE), for other such stories, by 60 different authors.
You can read all six stories on Gutenberg.org, .
February 18, 2024
Not queer as in LGBTQXYZ or whatever
At the time Chesterton wrote these stories, queer was a useful and perfectly acceptable word meaning odd, strange, unusual, etc. It was highjacked, beginning in about the 1920's with the word applied to themselves by homosexuals. The meaning changed to one of scorn and insult and has now changed to be again used by some(?) homosexuals as self description.
These stories are strange adventures and quasi mysteries. Well written as would be expected from Chesterton's pen, they do require more suspension of disbelief than his Father Brown stories. The trades invented by Chesterton in the six stories are illustrative of his wonderful imagination. All make sense upon denouement.
Addendum 3/17/24: Amazon has removed this review.
At the time Chesterton wrote these stories, queer was a useful and perfectly acceptable word meaning odd, strange, unusual, etc. It was highjacked, beginning in about the 1920's with the word applied to themselves by homosexuals. The meaning changed to one of scorn and insult and has now changed to be again used by some(?) homosexuals as self description.
These stories are strange adventures and quasi mysteries. Well written as would be expected from Chesterton's pen, they do require more suspension of disbelief than his Father Brown stories. The trades invented by Chesterton in the six stories are illustrative of his wonderful imagination. All make sense upon denouement.
Addendum 3/17/24: Amazon has removed this review.
March 16, 2011
How even to review this? And what exactly is the point? For that matter, what was the point of it being written? It certainly wasn't a necessary book. I don't believe the great Catholic ever sat down and said, "How to save England and the rest of the world? Ah, this will do the trick." And if I'm mistaken, if he did utter such a phrase, it wasn't about this book. Perhaps he simply needed to stretch the legs of his mind--indeed, I shall take that as the excuse (it will serve as well as any other), and now, allow me to invite you to accompany him in his hike, for the air has the smell of salt, yet there are mountains, valleys, dark close woods and expansive vistas unfolding as vast as the very designs of God.
How does one take words--I dare say he employed none that I am not on intimate terms with--and craft such glories as this book with them? I love words (and use them interminably), but they do not perform for me the way they do for him. I would give all I own to be able to see the world with the eyes of Chesterton鈥攚ait: no, this isn't true. I would not. Were I to receive his vision it would terrify me, and I would probably give all I own to be restored to my blind state. Indeed, what would a man give to restore the roof of the sky if it were at a moment rent away?
It is no wonder that we build house-boxes to enclose our souls so that the four corners of the world do not tear them apart. We build fences and post signs and do all we can to make the world a safe, a soft place, when there is nothing quite so suddenly savage or terrible as a dandelion or a daffodil, and a dragon is no more awesome (though grown somewhat less common) than a dragonfly. Yet we seek to finally and fully conquer nature through knowledge: we seek to tame the world with science.
But Chesterton did not. He wanted the world to be wild, and he rebelled at the tired, grey apathy of sin that disguises itself in the guise of respectability and wisdom. So, he carried a brace of loaded pistols, a dagger, a sword cane and a cape, and he laughed as loudly and often as a child. For the world was not a safe place, and he was not a safe man.
Indeed, Chesterton was a man, who, with N. D. Wilson, would not be afraid that he would fall off a cliff, but that he would jump.
How does one take words--I dare say he employed none that I am not on intimate terms with--and craft such glories as this book with them? I love words (and use them interminably), but they do not perform for me the way they do for him. I would give all I own to be able to see the world with the eyes of Chesterton鈥攚ait: no, this isn't true. I would not. Were I to receive his vision it would terrify me, and I would probably give all I own to be restored to my blind state. Indeed, what would a man give to restore the roof of the sky if it were at a moment rent away?
It is no wonder that we build house-boxes to enclose our souls so that the four corners of the world do not tear them apart. We build fences and post signs and do all we can to make the world a safe, a soft place, when there is nothing quite so suddenly savage or terrible as a dandelion or a daffodil, and a dragon is no more awesome (though grown somewhat less common) than a dragonfly. Yet we seek to finally and fully conquer nature through knowledge: we seek to tame the world with science.
But Chesterton did not. He wanted the world to be wild, and he rebelled at the tired, grey apathy of sin that disguises itself in the guise of respectability and wisdom. So, he carried a brace of loaded pistols, a dagger, a sword cane and a cape, and he laughed as loudly and often as a child. For the world was not a safe place, and he was not a safe man.
Indeed, Chesterton was a man, who, with N. D. Wilson, would not be afraid that he would fall off a cliff, but that he would jump.
July 15, 2023
Born into a middle-class family, Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) was a British writer of both fiction and nonfiction, much of the latter on religious subjects. (He was a staunch advocate for classical Christianity, ultimately converting to Roman Catholicism from High Anglicanism in 1922.) Artistically talented, as a young man he considered becoming an artist, and did take college art classes (as well as classes in English literature); but he never took a degree, and wound up becoming a journalist instead, which led into other forms of writing. In the person of his series protagonist Father Brown, he created the first of the mystery genre's many 20th-century clerical sleuths. His prose style is characterized by exuberant humor, joi de vivre, love of paradox, and a really zany imagination.
These qualities are never more in evidence than in this short (159 p.) collection of six stories. They're unified by having the same narrator, 鈥淪winburne,鈥� who relates (fictional) experiences he had with his friend Basil Grant, a retired judge, and often shared with Basil's younger brother Rupert, a private detective of sorts. All of these experiences revolve around members of the eponymous Club of Queer Trades, who, in order to be eligible, 鈥�...must have invented the method by which he earns his living. It must be an entirely new trade. ....it must not be a mere application or variation of an existing trade. ....the trade must be a genuine commercial source of income, the support of its inventor.鈥� Each of the six stories introduces the narrator to one of these trades, invented by Chesterton with a remarkable fertility of imagination, and unfolded to the reader through a series of wild and bizarre plots that are sometimes seemingly surreal, but which make perfect sense once they're explained. (That's not to say that they don't require very considerable suspension of disbelief.... :-) )
Calling the tales 鈥済eneral fiction鈥� seemingly stretches the definition. True, they're set in the author's Edwardian present, and in or around London, not in a fantasy world. Neither magic nor hitherto unguessed discoveries of science are involved. But the events are so genuinely outre' and off the wall that it's hard to characterize them as descriptions of 鈥渆veryday life.鈥� Chesterton's humor here, though, is consistently of a whimsical and good-natured sort. Even though I'd previously read and liked other Chesterton works, this one wasn't on my radar until it was nominated for a common read in one of my 欧宝娱乐 groups, and I only read it because it was picked for that. It did prove to be entertaining, but that's the best that can be said for it. The stories aren't characterized by deep, serious messages, and break no new literary ground; and I wouldn't recommend them as a first introduction to the author's work. For that, I'd recommend a nonfiction work like Orthodoxy, either of the novels The Man Who Was Thursday or The Napoleon of Notting Hill, or (especially) his mystery stories. But even a second-string book by Chesterton has its rewards!
These qualities are never more in evidence than in this short (159 p.) collection of six stories. They're unified by having the same narrator, 鈥淪winburne,鈥� who relates (fictional) experiences he had with his friend Basil Grant, a retired judge, and often shared with Basil's younger brother Rupert, a private detective of sorts. All of these experiences revolve around members of the eponymous Club of Queer Trades, who, in order to be eligible, 鈥�...must have invented the method by which he earns his living. It must be an entirely new trade. ....it must not be a mere application or variation of an existing trade. ....the trade must be a genuine commercial source of income, the support of its inventor.鈥� Each of the six stories introduces the narrator to one of these trades, invented by Chesterton with a remarkable fertility of imagination, and unfolded to the reader through a series of wild and bizarre plots that are sometimes seemingly surreal, but which make perfect sense once they're explained. (That's not to say that they don't require very considerable suspension of disbelief.... :-) )
Calling the tales 鈥済eneral fiction鈥� seemingly stretches the definition. True, they're set in the author's Edwardian present, and in or around London, not in a fantasy world. Neither magic nor hitherto unguessed discoveries of science are involved. But the events are so genuinely outre' and off the wall that it's hard to characterize them as descriptions of 鈥渆veryday life.鈥� Chesterton's humor here, though, is consistently of a whimsical and good-natured sort. Even though I'd previously read and liked other Chesterton works, this one wasn't on my radar until it was nominated for a common read in one of my 欧宝娱乐 groups, and I only read it because it was picked for that. It did prove to be entertaining, but that's the best that can be said for it. The stories aren't characterized by deep, serious messages, and break no new literary ground; and I wouldn't recommend them as a first introduction to the author's work. For that, I'd recommend a nonfiction work like Orthodoxy, either of the novels The Man Who Was Thursday or The Napoleon of Notting Hill, or (especially) his mystery stories. But even a second-string book by Chesterton has its rewards!
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April 11, 2021I read a lot of Chesterton in my late teens and early 20's. Chesterton's penchant for paradox shows up in these stories. However, Chesterton would sometimes paint himself into a corner alluding to paradox too often in his books defending Christianity and Catholicism.
Chesterton's narrator here is Swinburne. That can't be a coincidence. Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909) was big in his day, but is a now a forgotten Victorian poet and novelist who Chesterton liked to cite in debates about Christianity.
In his own time, Swinburne may have been best known as author of the poem "Hymn to Proserpine" (1866), with the famous lines...
"Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death."
It was supposed to be a riff on the dying words of Emperor Julian "the Apostate." But it was also riff against what Swinburne hated about Victorian Christianity.
Swinburne expresses his defiance thus with words attributed to Julian...
"Though all men abase them before you in spirit, and all knees bend,
I kneel not neither adore you, but standing, look to the end."
Swinburne set his hopes on the collapse of Christianity, which we now know is the case in the UK today.
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Another thing that stood out for me in these stories was Chesterton making fun of Sherlock Holmes.
In defending himself against being considered just another eccentric Victorian, with many interests and hobbies, one character, Rupert Grant, says....
"I am and have been for some time," said Rupert, with some dignity, "a private detective.鈥�
However, it his brother Basil, a retired judge with a penchant for the mystical, and often a paucity of evidence, who solves crimes, not brother Rupert bungling around with his Holmesian methods.
In response to a verbose witness (which we learn later was intentional) narrator Swinburne says...
"He uttered all this not only with deliberation, but with something that can only be called, by a contradictory phrase, eager deliberation. He had, I think, a vague memory in his head of the detectives in the detective stories, who always sternly require that nothing should be kept back."
And editorializes more specifically....
"I never could believe in that man鈥� what's his name, in those capital stories?鈥� Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up鈥� only the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars."
From what I know from Chesterton, he would never have been comfortable being limited to the Holmes method, although I doubt Arthur Conan Doyle's later involvement in spiritualism would have met with Chesterton's approval either.
It's been a long time since I've read the Father Brown mysteries. But I do recall that he is not a Sherlock Holmes with a clerical collar. He's closer to these queer trade stories in mixing in intuition and even mysticism.
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Chesterton is regarded as the hub that directly influenced the Christians profiled in the book at this link. (I've read most of the books by those being profiled). Chesterton was a medieval romantic, as was Lewis and Tolkien.
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But it seems the influence has not lasted in the U.K. Today, only 3.7% of the English people are evangelical. And the Church of England membership is half of that.
The influence is also waning in the U.S.....
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for more of what's in the Queer Trades book, I recommend Cecily's review...
/review/show...
Chesterton's narrator here is Swinburne. That can't be a coincidence. Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909) was big in his day, but is a now a forgotten Victorian poet and novelist who Chesterton liked to cite in debates about Christianity.
In his own time, Swinburne may have been best known as author of the poem "Hymn to Proserpine" (1866), with the famous lines...
"Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death."
It was supposed to be a riff on the dying words of Emperor Julian "the Apostate." But it was also riff against what Swinburne hated about Victorian Christianity.
Swinburne expresses his defiance thus with words attributed to Julian...
"Though all men abase them before you in spirit, and all knees bend,
I kneel not neither adore you, but standing, look to the end."
Swinburne set his hopes on the collapse of Christianity, which we now know is the case in the UK today.
====
Another thing that stood out for me in these stories was Chesterton making fun of Sherlock Holmes.
In defending himself against being considered just another eccentric Victorian, with many interests and hobbies, one character, Rupert Grant, says....
"I am and have been for some time," said Rupert, with some dignity, "a private detective.鈥�
However, it his brother Basil, a retired judge with a penchant for the mystical, and often a paucity of evidence, who solves crimes, not brother Rupert bungling around with his Holmesian methods.
In response to a verbose witness (which we learn later was intentional) narrator Swinburne says...
"He uttered all this not only with deliberation, but with something that can only be called, by a contradictory phrase, eager deliberation. He had, I think, a vague memory in his head of the detectives in the detective stories, who always sternly require that nothing should be kept back."
And editorializes more specifically....
"I never could believe in that man鈥� what's his name, in those capital stories?鈥� Sherlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up鈥� only the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars."
From what I know from Chesterton, he would never have been comfortable being limited to the Holmes method, although I doubt Arthur Conan Doyle's later involvement in spiritualism would have met with Chesterton's approval either.
It's been a long time since I've read the Father Brown mysteries. But I do recall that he is not a Sherlock Holmes with a clerical collar. He's closer to these queer trade stories in mixing in intuition and even mysticism.
==============
Chesterton is regarded as the hub that directly influenced the Christians profiled in the book at this link. (I've read most of the books by those being profiled). Chesterton was a medieval romantic, as was Lewis and Tolkien.
/book/show/1...
But it seems the influence has not lasted in the U.K. Today, only 3.7% of the English people are evangelical. And the Church of England membership is half of that.
The influence is also waning in the U.S.....
==================
for more of what's in the Queer Trades book, I recommend Cecily's review...
/review/show...
November 5, 2023
2.5 stars. This is a small collection of interconnected stories that highlight a particular "queer" trade that in the contemporary world would be considered odd at best and crazy by most. Some of the stories were delightfully funny but others fell flat for me. Most put our narrator and his two friends on what would seem like a wild goose chase only to have the puzzle solved at the end of each story. I will say the final denouement in the last story was a surprise to me!
This was my first foray into the work of Chesterton and I admit I haven't even seen any of the Father Brown mysteries on TV. Although I had this small volume for almost a week, it can be read in a day.
I have read Werner's review of this work and have tagged it for those interested in reading a wonderful more erudite review than mine!
This was my first foray into the work of Chesterton and I admit I haven't even seen any of the Father Brown mysteries on TV. Although I had this small volume for almost a week, it can be read in a day.
I have read Werner's review of this work and have tagged it for those interested in reading a wonderful more erudite review than mine!
June 10, 2018
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危蟿慰 渭蔚纬伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 渭苇蟻慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏蔚喂渭苇谓慰蠀 蟿慰 伪蟺蠈蟽蟺伪蟽渭伪 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺鈥� 蟿喂蟼 尾伪蟽喂魏苇蟼 喂未苇蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 魏伪蠉蟽喂渭慰 蟿蠅谓 魏蔚蠁伪位伪委蠅谓. 螆谓伪蟼 伪纬蠋谓伪蟼 谓伪 伪蟺慰未蔚喂蠂蟿蔚委 蟺蠅蟼 蟿伪 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟿伪 渭伪蟼 魏蟻蠉尾慰蠀谓 蟿畏谓 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿伪蟿畏 委蟽蠅蟼 伪蟺鈥� 蠈位蔚蟼 蟿喂蟼 伪位萎胃蔚喂蔚蟼, 蟺蠅蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿伪 伪纬谓慰慰蠉渭蔚 魏伪喂 维纬慰谓伪 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味慰蠀渭蔚 蠄蠀蠂伪谓蔚渭喂味蠈渭蔚谓慰喂. 危魏苇蠄慰蠀 蟿喂蟼 蠁慰蟻苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟺萎蟻蔚蟼 渭喂伪 胃苇蟽畏, 苇蠂慰谓蟿伪蟼 委未喂伪 蟺蟻慰蟽蠈谓蟿伪 渭鈥� 苇谓伪谓 维位位慰 蠀蟺慰蠄萎蠁喂慰. 螒蟼 渭畏谓 蟿慰 蟺维渭蔚 蟽蟿喂蟼 尉蔚蠂蠅蟻喂蟽蟿苇蟼 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻委蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 鈥樷€櫸蔽较勎蔽诚壩轿段迪兾蔽光€欌€� 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蠈渭慰蟻蠁畏 魏慰蟺苇位伪, 萎 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蟺蟻蠈胃蠀渭畏, 慰蠉蟿蔚 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟺慰位蠉 蠈渭慰蟻蠁慰蠀 维谓蟿蟻伪, 萎 蟿畏蟼 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏蟼 纬谓蠅蟻喂渭喂蠋谓. 螒蟼 蟺慰蠉渭蔚 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蟽蟿蔚 未蠀慰 委蟽畏蟼 伪蟺萎蠂畏蟽畏蟼 蔚渭蠁伪谓喂蟽喂伪魏维 萎 蔚谓未蠀渭伪蟿慰位慰纬喂魏维 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂. 螕喂伪蟿委 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蟼 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 蔚蟽蠉; 螘蟺苇魏蟿蔚喂谓蔚 蟿慰 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蠁蔚蟿苇蟻喂伪. 螕喂伪蟿委 畏 魏慰蟺苇位伪 蟺慰蠀 蟽蔚蟻尾委蟻蔚喂 蟿慰谓 魏伪蠁苇 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蠀纬魏蟻伪蟿畏渭苇谓畏 渭伪味委 蟽慰蠀 魏喂 伪渭苇蟽蠅蟼 伪谓慰委纬蔚蟿伪喂 蟽鈥� 苇谓伪谓 维位位慰 蟺蔚位维蟿畏 魏伪喂 蠂伪蟻喂蔚谓蟿委味蔚蟿伪喂; 螡伪喂 谓伪 伪纬谓慰萎蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺维位喂 蟿喂蟼 蟺蟻慰畏纬慰蠉渭蔚谓蔚蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂蟺蟿蠋蟽蔚喂蟼. 螔位苇蟺慰蠀渭蔚, 伪位位维 未蔚 尾位苇蟺慰蠀渭蔚, 蟽蠀谓蠀蟺慰位慰纬委味慰蠀渭蔚 伪位位维 未蔚 蟽蠀谓蠀蟺慰位慰纬委味慰蠀渭蔚.
韦慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蔚委谓伪喂 蠁蟻苇蟽魏慰, 味蠅畏蟻蠈, 蟺喂魏维谓蟿喂魏慰 魏伪喂 蔚位伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈. 螤慰蠀胃蔚谓维 未蔚 蟽蔚 伪蠁萎谓蔚喂 谓伪 魏伪蟿伪位维尾蔚喂蟼 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 纬蟻伪渭渭苇谓慰 113 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪 蟺蟻喂谓. 螝伪喂 蠂蟻畏蟽喂渭慰蟺慰喂蔚委 蟿畏 纬谓蠅蟽蟿萎 蠁蠈蟻渭伪 蟺慰蠀 蟿蠈蟽慰 伪纬伪蟺维蔚喂 谓伪 蔚魏未喂魏蔚委蟿伪喂 慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼, 伪蠀蟿萎 蟿慰蠀 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏慰蠉 渭蠀胃喂蟽蟿慰蟻萎渭伪蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 位伪蠆魏慰蠉 蟻慰渭维谓蟿味慰蠀. 螒蠀蟿萎 蟿畏 蠁慰蟻维 魏蔚谓蟿蟻喂魏蠈蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻伪蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 螠蟺苇蠆味喂位 螕魏蟻伪谓蟿 蟺慰蠀 维谓蔚蟿伪 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽伪渭蔚 谓伪 蟿慰谓 未慰蠉渭蔚 蟽伪 未喂伪蟽蟿伪蠉蟻蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂蔚蠁魏喂魏慰蠉 螚位委胃喂慰蠀 螤蟻委纬魏喂蟺伪, 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 螡蟿慰蠇位喂魏蠈 危苇蟻位慰魏 围慰位渭蟼. 螝喂 伪蠀蟿维 蟿伪 未喂伪蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿萎蟻喂伪, 胃伪蟻蟻蠋 伪蟻魏慰蠉谓.
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韦慰 苇魏蟿慰 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委慰 魏蔚蠁维位伪喂慰 蔚委谓伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟿慰 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀, 喂魏伪谓蠈 谓伪 渭伪蟼 胃蠀渭委蟽蔚喂 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟺蟻维纬渭伪蟿伪 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 伪谓胃蟻蠅蟺喂维 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 畏胃喂魏萎 魏伪喂 蟺慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺蟻慰维纬纬蔚位慰蟼 伪蟻魏蔚蟿蠋谓 魏蔚蠁伪位伪委蠅谓 蟿畏蟼 蔚渭渭慰谓萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 螝伪渭蠉 蟽蟿慰谓 螘蟺伪谓伪蟽蟿伪蟿畏渭苇谓慰 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟺慰位蠉 蟽蠅蟽蟿萎 维蟺慰蠄畏 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蔚魏位伪委魏蔚蠀蟽畏 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 慰未畏纬萎蟽蔚喂 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏谓 蟿蠉蠁位蠅蟽畏, 渭苇蠂蟻喂 魏伪喂 蟿慰 胃维谓伪蟿慰. 螝伪喂 蟽鈥� 维位位伪 尾喂尾位委伪 蟿慰蠀 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓, 苇蠂蠅 喂蠂谓慰纬蟻伪蠁萎蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈蠄蔚喂蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪谓伪位蠉慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 螘蟺伪谓伪蟽蟿伪蟿畏渭苇谓慰 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 魏伪喂 蔚委谓伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟺慰位蠉 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿畏蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蠈蟿喂 未蠀慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁蔚委蟼 蠁伪喂谓慰渭蔚谓喂魏维 维蟽蠂蔚蟿慰喂, 慰 蟺伪蟿苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螤伪蟻伪位蠈纬慰蠀 蠅蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻魏蠈蟽渭喂慰蟼 魏蟻喂蟿萎蟼 蟿蠅谓 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 慰未萎纬畏蟽伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭喂魏萎 伪蟺委蟽蠂谓伪蟽畏 渭蔚 魏慰蟻蠀蠁苇蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位位慰蠉蟼 蔚渭蠁蠀位委慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠀慰 蟺伪纬魏慰蟽渭委慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 慰 蟺伪蟿苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螤伪蟻维未慰尉慰蠀, 蠅蟼 蟺蟻慰蠁萎蟿畏蟼 蟿蠅谓 委未喂蠅谓 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 伪魏蠈渭畏 未蔚谓 蔚委蠂伪谓 慰未畏纬萎蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰谓 蟺喂慰 胃伪谓伪蟿畏蠁蠈蟻慰 伪蟺鈥� 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀蟼, 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠈蟽伪 魏慰谓蟿维 渭蔚蟿伪尉蠉 蟿慰蠀蟼, 蟺慰蠀 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬蔚委 渭喂伪 伪谓畏蟽蠀蠂伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 喂未苇伪 伪蟽蠁维位蔚喂伪蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺伪谓伪位畏蠄喂渭蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 伪魏蟻喂尾蠋蟼 蔚蟺蔚喂未萎 未喂伪蟻魏蠋蟼 尉蔚蠂谓维渭蔚.
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螠蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 未喂伪尾伪蟽蟿蔚委 魏伪喂 苇蟿蟽喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 蔚未蠋 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰, 渭蔚 蔚位伪蠁蟻维 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟻未委伪 纬喂伪 谓伪 未喂伪蟽魏蔚未维蟽蔚喂 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 蠋蟻蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 伪谓伪位蠅谓蠈渭伪蟽蟿伪谓 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏维 蟽蟿畏谓 蔚蟺委蠁伪蟽畏 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽委伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蠄蔚蠀未蔚蠀蠁蟻维未蔚喂伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿畏位蔚蠈蟻伪蟽畏蟼. 螒位位维 慰 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿蔚蟻慰蟼 蟻蠈位慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蠀蟿蠈蟼 蟺慰蠀 蔚蟺喂蟿蔚位蔚委 蟽蟿伪 蠂谓维蟻喂伪 蟿慰蠀 螔慰位蟿伪委蟻慰蠀, 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蟽伪蟻魏伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 蟺伪蟻伪尾慰位萎 纬喂伪 蠈位伪 蔚魏蔚委谓伪 蟺慰蠀 渭慰喂维味慰蠀谓 渭蔚 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位苇蟽渭伪蟿伪, 伪位位维 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺伪蟻维 蟿伪 伪委蟿喂伪, 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 伪谓蟿喂位伪渭尾伪谓蠈渭伪蟽蟿蔚 魏伪喂 蟺慰蠀 渭伪蟼 慰未畏纬慰蠉谓 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蠂蔚尉委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 蟻畏纬渭维蟿蠅蟽畏.
螕喂伪 蟿慰谓 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓 慰 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 未蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 蟿慰 未喂魏伪委蠅渭伪 谓伪 渭苇谓蔚喂 渭伪魏蟻喂维 伪蟺鈥� 蟿慰谓 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭蠈, 蟺伪蟻维 渭蠈谓慰 伪蟺蠈 渭喂伪谓 伪谓维纬魏畏 谓伪 伪蟺苇蠂蔚喂 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏 渭慰谓慰蟿慰谓委伪 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟺慰蠀 慰谓慰渭维味慰蠀渭蔚 蟿维尉畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 魏维位蟺喂魏畏 蔚魏未萎位蠅蟽畏 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 位苇渭蔚 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭蠈. 螚 味蠅萎 尾蟻委蟽魏蔚蟿伪喂 伪谓维渭蔚蟽伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 慰喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉谓 谓伪 伪谓伪渭慰蟻蠁蠅胃慰蠉谓 伪蟻魏蔚委 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠋蟽慰蠀渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蔚蠀魏伪喂蟻委伪 谓伪 未慰蠀谓 蟿喂蟼 伪喂蟿委蔚蟼 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 蟿鈥� 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位苇蟽渭伪蟿伪.
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螆蟿蟽喂 尉蔚魏喂谓维蔚喂 畏 螞苇蟽蠂畏 螒位位蠈魏慰蟿蠅谓 螘蟺伪纬纬蔚位渭维蟿蠅谓 魏伪喂 蠉蟽蟿蔚蟻伪 伪蟺鈥� 锟斤拷蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰 魏蔚蠁维位伪喂慰, 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 未喂伪尾伪蟽蟿蔚委 渭蔚 慰蟺慰喂慰未萎蟺慰蟿蔚 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 蔚蟺喂胃蠀渭慰蠉渭蔚. 螝维胃蔚 魏蔚蠁维位伪喂慰 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 渭喂伪 伪谓蔚尉维蟻蟿畏蟿畏, 伪蠀蟿慰蟿蔚位萎蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪, 魏伪蟻蠀魏蔚蠀渭苇谓畏 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟽伪蟻魏伪蟽渭蠈 魏伪喂 蟿喂蟼 伪谓蟿委胃蔚蟿蔚蟼 伪位萎胃蔚喂蔚蟼 蟿慰蠀 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓 蟺慰蠀 蟺维谓蟿伪 苇蠂蔚喂 魏维蟿喂 谓伪 蟺蔚喂 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺慰蠂萎, 蟿伪 蟻蔚蠉渭伪蟿伪, 蟿喂蟼 蔚魏维蟽蟿慰蟿蔚 渭蠈未蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪魏慰位慰蠀胃慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 蟽伪 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚委蔚蟼 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰蟺维谓蟿蠅谓 蟿畏谓 蟿蠀蠁位蠈蟿畏蟿伪 渭伪蟼.
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危蟿慰 渭蔚纬伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰 渭苇蟻慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏蔚喂渭苇谓慰蠀 蟿慰 伪蟺蠈蟽蟺伪蟽渭伪 蟺伪蟻伪蟺维谓蠅 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺鈥� 蟿喂蟼 尾伪蟽喂魏苇蟼 喂未苇蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 魏伪蠉蟽喂渭慰 蟿蠅谓 魏蔚蠁伪位伪委蠅谓. 螆谓伪蟼 伪纬蠋谓伪蟼 谓伪 伪蟺慰未蔚喂蠂蟿蔚委 蟺蠅蟼 蟿伪 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟿伪 渭伪蟼 魏蟻蠉尾慰蠀谓 蟿畏谓 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿伪蟿畏 委蟽蠅蟼 伪蟺鈥� 蠈位蔚蟼 蟿喂蟼 伪位萎胃蔚喂蔚蟼, 蟺蠅蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿伪 伪纬谓慰慰蠉渭蔚 魏伪喂 维纬慰谓伪 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽委味慰蠀渭蔚 蠄蠀蠂伪谓蔚渭喂味蠈渭蔚谓慰喂. 危魏苇蠄慰蠀 蟿喂蟼 蠁慰蟻苇蟼 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟺萎蟻蔚蟼 渭喂伪 胃苇蟽畏, 苇蠂慰谓蟿伪蟼 委未喂伪 蟺蟻慰蟽蠈谓蟿伪 渭鈥� 苇谓伪谓 维位位慰 蠀蟺慰蠄萎蠁喂慰. 螒蟼 渭畏谓 蟿慰 蟺维渭蔚 蟽蟿喂蟼 尉蔚蠂蠅蟻喂蟽蟿苇蟼 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻委蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 鈥樷€櫸蔽较勎蔽诚壩轿段迪兾蔽光€欌€� 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蠈渭慰蟻蠁畏 魏慰蟺苇位伪, 萎 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蟺蟻蠈胃蠀渭畏, 慰蠉蟿蔚 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟺慰位蠉 蠈渭慰蟻蠁慰蠀 维谓蟿蟻伪, 萎 蟿畏蟼 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏蟼 纬谓蠅蟻喂渭喂蠋谓. 螒蟼 蟺慰蠉渭蔚 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蟽蟿蔚 未蠀慰 委蟽畏蟼 伪蟺萎蠂畏蟽畏蟼 蔚渭蠁伪谓喂蟽喂伪魏维 萎 蔚谓未蠀渭伪蟿慰位慰纬喂魏维 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂. 螕喂伪蟿委 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蟼 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 蔚蟽蠉; 螘蟺苇魏蟿蔚喂谓蔚 蟿慰 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蠁蔚蟿苇蟻喂伪. 螕喂伪蟿委 畏 魏慰蟺苇位伪 蟺慰蠀 蟽蔚蟻尾委蟻蔚喂 蟿慰谓 魏伪蠁苇 蔚委谓伪喂 蟽蠀纬魏蟻伪蟿畏渭苇谓畏 渭伪味委 蟽慰蠀 魏喂 伪渭苇蟽蠅蟼 伪谓慰委纬蔚蟿伪喂 蟽鈥� 苇谓伪谓 维位位慰 蟺蔚位维蟿畏 魏伪喂 蠂伪蟻喂蔚谓蟿委味蔚蟿伪喂; 螡伪喂 谓伪 伪纬谓慰萎蟽蔚喂蟼 蟺维位喂 蟿喂蟼 蟺蟻慰畏纬慰蠉渭蔚谓蔚蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂蟺蟿蠋蟽蔚喂蟼. 螔位苇蟺慰蠀渭蔚, 伪位位维 未蔚 尾位苇蟺慰蠀渭蔚, 蟽蠀谓蠀蟺慰位慰纬委味慰蠀渭蔚 伪位位维 未蔚 蟽蠀谓蠀蟺慰位慰纬委味慰蠀渭蔚.
韦慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蔚委谓伪喂 蠁蟻苇蟽魏慰, 味蠅畏蟻蠈, 蟺喂魏维谓蟿喂魏慰 魏伪喂 蔚位伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈. 螤慰蠀胃蔚谓维 未蔚 蟽蔚 伪蠁萎谓蔚喂 谓伪 魏伪蟿伪位维尾蔚喂蟼 蟺蠅蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 纬蟻伪渭渭苇谓慰 113 蠂蟻蠈谓喂伪 蟺蟻喂谓. 螝伪喂 蠂蟻畏蟽喂渭慰蟺慰喂蔚委 蟿畏 纬谓蠅蟽蟿萎 蠁蠈蟻渭伪 蟺慰蠀 蟿蠈蟽慰 伪纬伪蟺维蔚喂 谓伪 蔚魏未喂魏蔚委蟿伪喂 慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼, 伪蠀蟿萎 蟿慰蠀 伪蟽蟿蠀谓慰渭喂魏慰蠉 渭蠀胃喂蟽蟿慰蟻萎渭伪蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 位伪蠆魏慰蠉 蟻慰渭维谓蟿味慰蠀. 螒蠀蟿萎 蟿畏 蠁慰蟻维 魏蔚谓蟿蟻喂魏蠈蟼 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿萎蟻伪蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 螠蟺苇蠆味喂位 螕魏蟻伪谓蟿 蟺慰蠀 维谓蔚蟿伪 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽伪渭蔚 谓伪 蟿慰谓 未慰蠉渭蔚 蟽伪 未喂伪蟽蟿伪蠉蟻蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿慰蟽蟿慰纬喂蔚蠁魏喂魏慰蠉 螚位委胃喂慰蠀 螤蟻委纬魏喂蟺伪, 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 螡蟿慰蠇位喂魏蠈 危苇蟻位慰魏 围慰位渭蟼. 螝喂 伪蠀蟿维 蟿伪 未喂伪蟺喂蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿萎蟻喂伪, 胃伪蟻蟻蠋 伪蟻魏慰蠉谓.
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韦慰 苇魏蟿慰 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委慰 魏蔚蠁维位伪喂慰 蔚委谓伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟿慰 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀, 喂魏伪谓蠈 谓伪 渭伪蟼 胃蠀渭委蟽蔚喂 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟺蟻维纬渭伪蟿伪 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 伪谓胃蟻蠅蟺喂维 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 畏胃喂魏萎 魏伪喂 蟺慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺蟻慰维纬纬蔚位慰蟼 伪蟻魏蔚蟿蠋谓 魏蔚蠁伪位伪委蠅谓 蟿畏蟼 蔚渭渭慰谓萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 螝伪渭蠉 蟽蟿慰谓 螘蟺伪谓伪蟽蟿伪蟿畏渭苇谓慰 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟺慰位蠉 蟽蠅蟽蟿萎 维蟺慰蠄畏 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蔚魏位伪委魏蔚蠀蟽畏 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 慰未畏纬萎蟽蔚喂 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏谓 蟿蠉蠁位蠅蟽畏, 渭苇蠂蟻喂 魏伪喂 蟿慰 胃维谓伪蟿慰. 螝伪喂 蟽鈥� 维位位伪 尾喂尾位委伪 蟿慰蠀 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓, 苇蠂蠅 喂蠂谓慰纬蟻伪蠁萎蟽蔚喂 伪蟺蠈蠄蔚喂蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪谓伪位蠉慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 螘蟺伪谓伪蟽蟿伪蟿畏渭苇谓慰 螁谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 魏伪喂 蔚委谓伪喂 委蟽蠅蟼 蟺慰位蠉 蠂伪蟻伪魏蟿畏蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蠈蟿喂 未蠀慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁蔚委蟼 蠁伪喂谓慰渭蔚谓喂魏维 维蟽蠂蔚蟿慰喂, 慰 蟺伪蟿苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螤伪蟻伪位蠈纬慰蠀 蠅蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻魏蠈蟽渭喂慰蟼 魏蟻喂蟿萎蟼 蟿蠅谓 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 慰未萎纬畏蟽伪谓 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭喂魏萎 伪蟺委蟽蠂谓伪蟽畏 渭蔚 魏慰蟻蠀蠁苇蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位位慰蠉蟼 蔚渭蠁蠀位委慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠀慰 蟺伪纬魏慰蟽渭委慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 慰 蟺伪蟿苇蟻伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螤伪蟻维未慰尉慰蠀, 蠅蟼 蟺蟻慰蠁萎蟿畏蟼 蟿蠅谓 委未喂蠅谓 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 伪魏蠈渭畏 未蔚谓 蔚委蠂伪谓 慰未畏纬萎蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰谓 蟺喂慰 胃伪谓伪蟿畏蠁蠈蟻慰 伪蟺鈥� 蟿慰蠀蟼 蟺慰位苇渭慰蠀蟼, 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠈蟽伪 魏慰谓蟿维 渭蔚蟿伪尉蠉 蟿慰蠀蟼, 蟺慰蠀 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬蔚委 渭喂伪 伪谓畏蟽蠀蠂伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 喂未苇伪 伪蟽蠁维位蔚喂伪蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺伪谓伪位畏蠄喂渭蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 喂蟽蟿慰蟻委伪蟼 伪魏蟻喂尾蠋蟼 蔚蟺蔚喂未萎 未喂伪蟻魏蠋蟼 尉蔚蠂谓维渭蔚.
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螠蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 未喂伪尾伪蟽蟿蔚委 魏伪喂 苇蟿蟽喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 蔚未蠋 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰, 渭蔚 蔚位伪蠁蟻维 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟻未委伪 纬喂伪 谓伪 未喂伪蟽魏蔚未维蟽蔚喂 魏维蟺慰喂蔚蟼 蠋蟻蔚蟼 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 伪谓伪位蠅谓蠈渭伪蟽蟿伪谓 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏维 蟽蟿畏谓 蔚蟺委蠁伪蟽畏 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽委伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蠄蔚蠀未蔚蠀蠁蟻维未蔚喂伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿畏位蔚蠈蟻伪蟽畏蟼. 螒位位维 慰 蟽畏渭伪谓蟿喂魏蠈蟿蔚蟻慰蟼 蟻蠈位慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蠀蟿蠈蟼 蟺慰蠀 蔚蟺喂蟿蔚位蔚委 蟽蟿伪 蠂谓维蟻喂伪 蟿慰蠀 螔慰位蟿伪委蟻慰蠀, 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蟽伪蟻魏伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 蟺伪蟻伪尾慰位萎 纬喂伪 蠈位伪 蔚魏蔚委谓伪 蟺慰蠀 渭慰喂维味慰蠀谓 渭蔚 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位苇蟽渭伪蟿伪, 伪位位维 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺伪蟻维 蟿伪 伪委蟿喂伪, 伪喂蟿喂蠋谓 蟺慰蠀 未蔚谓 伪谓蟿喂位伪渭尾伪谓蠈渭伪蟽蟿蔚 魏伪喂 蟺慰蠀 渭伪蟼 慰未畏纬慰蠉谓 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蠂蔚尉委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 蟻畏纬渭维蟿蠅蟽畏.
螕喂伪 蟿慰谓 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓 慰 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 未蔚谓 苇蠂蔚喂 蟿慰 未喂魏伪委蠅渭伪 谓伪 渭苇谓蔚喂 渭伪魏蟻喂维 伪蟺鈥� 蟿慰谓 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭蠈, 蟺伪蟻维 渭蠈谓慰 伪蟺蠈 渭喂伪谓 伪谓维纬魏畏 谓伪 伪蟺苇蠂蔚喂 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏 渭慰谓慰蟿慰谓委伪 伪蠀蟿慰蠉 蟺慰蠀 慰谓慰渭维味慰蠀渭蔚 蟿维尉畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 魏维位蟺喂魏畏 蔚魏未萎位蠅蟽畏 蔚魏蔚委谓慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 位苇渭蔚 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽渭蠈. 螚 味蠅萎 尾蟻委蟽魏蔚蟿伪喂 伪谓维渭蔚蟽伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 慰喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉谓 谓伪 伪谓伪渭慰蟻蠁蠅胃慰蠉谓 伪蟻魏蔚委 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 未蠋蟽慰蠀渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蔚蠀魏伪喂蟻委伪 谓伪 未慰蠀谓 蟿喂蟼 伪喂蟿委蔚蟼 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 蟿鈥� 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位苇蟽渭伪蟿伪.
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April 26, 2018Tough book for a star rating, really. Like a 3.6
In The Club of Queer Trades, Chesterton takes to the familiar Holmes and Watson-ish format to tell his own tales, following the adventures of detective Rupert Grant and Swinburne, the narrator of these tales, who is often dragged into Rupert's adventures. Add into the mix Rupert's brother Basil who generally comes up with the real solution to Rupert's cases. The thing is that, when all is said and done, Chesterton has given us much more of a detective-story parody here, but it's parody with a purpose.
Exactly what oddball trades are involved in the six tales centered around the Club of Queer Trades I won't say, since a) they have to do with the short cases in this book and b) half the fun is in figuring out exactly what each might be as you're reading each story and once you get the pattern of these tales down in your head.
What I will say is that as far as the actual detection that happens in this book, there are some clever conundrums to be found here. My favorite is the "Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit," which not only presents a clever little mystery but also made me laugh out loud. And as far as the actual detective who is "solving" these cases, Rupert takes himself quite seriously, but he has a habit of never being right in his deductions and ends up deferring to Basil who has a way of seeing exactly what's going on in each situation.
What seems to be a lot of silliness actually has some serious purpose when all is said and done. The trick is that you have to get to the end of the book before actually discovering what that purpose really is. And once again, it's a book where reading simply for plot is well beyond the point as so many good books are. While it turned out to be anything but what I thought it might be, The Club of Queer Trades is actually a delightful and entertaining book. People who enjoy Chesterton's Father Brown mysteries (not the later TV versions but the short stories themselves) will find that same sense of understanding of human nature in this book but this one makes for a completely different sort of reading experience. It won't be for everyone, but it suited me just fine.
In The Club of Queer Trades, Chesterton takes to the familiar Holmes and Watson-ish format to tell his own tales, following the adventures of detective Rupert Grant and Swinburne, the narrator of these tales, who is often dragged into Rupert's adventures. Add into the mix Rupert's brother Basil who generally comes up with the real solution to Rupert's cases. The thing is that, when all is said and done, Chesterton has given us much more of a detective-story parody here, but it's parody with a purpose.
Exactly what oddball trades are involved in the six tales centered around the Club of Queer Trades I won't say, since a) they have to do with the short cases in this book and b) half the fun is in figuring out exactly what each might be as you're reading each story and once you get the pattern of these tales down in your head.
What I will say is that as far as the actual detection that happens in this book, there are some clever conundrums to be found here. My favorite is the "Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit," which not only presents a clever little mystery but also made me laugh out loud. And as far as the actual detective who is "solving" these cases, Rupert takes himself quite seriously, but he has a habit of never being right in his deductions and ends up deferring to Basil who has a way of seeing exactly what's going on in each situation.
What seems to be a lot of silliness actually has some serious purpose when all is said and done. The trick is that you have to get to the end of the book before actually discovering what that purpose really is. And once again, it's a book where reading simply for plot is well beyond the point as so many good books are. While it turned out to be anything but what I thought it might be, The Club of Queer Trades is actually a delightful and entertaining book. People who enjoy Chesterton's Father Brown mysteries (not the later TV versions but the short stories themselves) will find that same sense of understanding of human nature in this book but this one makes for a completely different sort of reading experience. It won't be for everyone, but it suited me just fine.
January 3, 2020
C鈥櫭� una parola che mi si affaccia nel cervello ogni volta che mi gusto un Chesterton, e questa parola 猫 delicatezza.
Chesterton aveva un dono del tutto peculiare e di cui credo abbia avuto modo di ringraziarLo lungamente, dopo la dipartita dal mondo terreno: la capacit脿 di dipingere con pennellate quasi eteree i suoi personaggi, e renderli pi霉 solidi della roccia. E ancora: la capacit脿 di descrivere l鈥橴omo (non un uomo, l鈥橴omo) nelle sue piccolezze e nelle sue fragilit脿, senza per questo dare mai l鈥檌mpressione di formulare un giudizio definitivo (sebbene potesse anche apparire caustico, chi ha letto ritengo che sappia). Gettando, ed 猫 la sua caratteristica che me lo rende irresistibile, una luce sempre nuova e imprevedibile sugli eventi, anche quelli immaginati. Cos矛 鈥� come capita in questo splendido Il Club dei mestieri stravaganti 鈥� un delitto non 猫 mai un delitto (soprattutto quando uno sherlockiano co-protagonista vorrebbe renderlo tale), l鈥檕rdinario non lo 猫 mai del tutto.
Ed ammettiamolo, una buona volta: non c鈥櫭� nulla di pi霉 vero! La vita non 猫 una concatenazione di fatti logici, la pura deduzione quasi mai 猫 rappresentativa della realt脿. E allora quanto 猫 pi霉 bello vedere i nostri giorni attraverso gli occhi sognanti ed insieme concreti di uno scrittore semplicemente enorme!
La citazione:
"Ogni particolare indica qualche cosa, certo, ma in genere indica la cosa sbagliata. A me sembra che i fatti indichino in tutte le direzioni, come i mille rami di un albero. 脠 solo la vita dell鈥檃lbero che ha unit脿 e si innalza, solo il sangue verde che sgorga, come una fontana, verso le stelle."
Chesterton aveva un dono del tutto peculiare e di cui credo abbia avuto modo di ringraziarLo lungamente, dopo la dipartita dal mondo terreno: la capacit脿 di dipingere con pennellate quasi eteree i suoi personaggi, e renderli pi霉 solidi della roccia. E ancora: la capacit脿 di descrivere l鈥橴omo (non un uomo, l鈥橴omo) nelle sue piccolezze e nelle sue fragilit脿, senza per questo dare mai l鈥檌mpressione di formulare un giudizio definitivo (sebbene potesse anche apparire caustico, chi ha letto ritengo che sappia). Gettando, ed 猫 la sua caratteristica che me lo rende irresistibile, una luce sempre nuova e imprevedibile sugli eventi, anche quelli immaginati. Cos矛 鈥� come capita in questo splendido Il Club dei mestieri stravaganti 鈥� un delitto non 猫 mai un delitto (soprattutto quando uno sherlockiano co-protagonista vorrebbe renderlo tale), l鈥檕rdinario non lo 猫 mai del tutto.
Ed ammettiamolo, una buona volta: non c鈥櫭� nulla di pi霉 vero! La vita non 猫 una concatenazione di fatti logici, la pura deduzione quasi mai 猫 rappresentativa della realt脿. E allora quanto 猫 pi霉 bello vedere i nostri giorni attraverso gli occhi sognanti ed insieme concreti di uno scrittore semplicemente enorme!
La citazione:
"Ogni particolare indica qualche cosa, certo, ma in genere indica la cosa sbagliata. A me sembra che i fatti indichino in tutte le direzioni, come i mille rami di un albero. 脠 solo la vita dell鈥檃lbero che ha unit脿 e si innalza, solo il sangue verde che sgorga, come una fontana, verso le stelle."
September 4, 2018
Bizzarra e divertente questa piccola raccolta di storie, devo per貌 dire di averla trovata un po鈥� ripetitiva e contraddittoria, come il solitario ma estroverso protagonista. 脠 stato curioso assistere ogniqualvolta dove andasse a parare la 鈥渟travaganza鈥� di turno, anche se non sempre il mestiere in questione aveva quella radice originale che ci si era premessi, questo per貌 non ha inficiato il valore dei racconti. A non convincermi 猫 stato proprio il sedicente rinfanciullito ex-giudice Basil Grant, a causa della sua esasperante semplicit脿 nel ruolo di risolutore. La formula per la soluzione dei misteri: 鈥楤asil 猫 fuori di senno mentre gli altri indagano razionalmente ma alla fine lui aveva ragione e tutti gli altri torto鈥�, viene riproposta con scrupolosa minuzia, riuscendo incredibilmente a conferire un鈥檃ria monotona nonostante le varie stramberie dei mestieranti.
Concludendo l鈥檋o trovato un libricino pi霉 鈥減articolare鈥� che bello鈥� sono comunque stato molto contento di averlo letto per via della sua eccentricit脿 :)
Concludendo l鈥檋o trovato un libricino pi霉 鈥減articolare鈥� che bello鈥� sono comunque stato molto contento di averlo letto per via della sua eccentricit脿 :)
July 15, 2017
There are very few writers that write detective fiction in the same way as Chesterton. On the face of it, his set up is often quite usual. The Club of Queer Trades has a somewhat similar set up as the Sherlock Holmes stories, an brilliant independent investigator is followed by the narrator, though the Chesterton story does have a one more central character.
The difference is that there are no murders in The Club of Queer Trades as there would be in pretty much all traditional detective stories. In fact, there isn't any real crime to speak of in these six stories. They all center around the concept queer trades which has nothing to do with what would be called queer today. It means unusual, or peculiar trades. People that have made up their profession from scratch, and can be called unique in some way. That part of the story is actually quite interesting.
The main problem I have with this book is that the central "investigator" is rather annoying. He is way too pompous to be really likeable. If this was the usual detective story I probably would have given up on these stories pretty quick because of him, but this isn't a usual genre entry. For that reason I thought it was worth reading to the end. Some of these "trades" have some become a real professions, others I suspect will never become anything but ideas in this book. So I thought it was fun read.
I listened to the LibriVox audiobook, and I have to add that the reader did a good job.
The difference is that there are no murders in The Club of Queer Trades as there would be in pretty much all traditional detective stories. In fact, there isn't any real crime to speak of in these six stories. They all center around the concept queer trades which has nothing to do with what would be called queer today. It means unusual, or peculiar trades. People that have made up their profession from scratch, and can be called unique in some way. That part of the story is actually quite interesting.
The main problem I have with this book is that the central "investigator" is rather annoying. He is way too pompous to be really likeable. If this was the usual detective story I probably would have given up on these stories pretty quick because of him, but this isn't a usual genre entry. For that reason I thought it was worth reading to the end. Some of these "trades" have some become a real professions, others I suspect will never become anything but ideas in this book. So I thought it was fun read.
I listened to the LibriVox audiobook, and I have to add that the reader did a good job.
August 18, 2013
FRom BBC Radio 4 - 4 Extra Debut:
4 Extra Debut. A retired soldier finds himself threatened by a flowerbed. Stars David Warner, Martin Freeman, Geoffrey Whitehead and Vicki Pepperdine.
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown.
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation.
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House Agent
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd
4 Extra Debut. A retired soldier finds himself threatened by a flowerbed. Stars David Warner, Martin Freeman, Geoffrey Whitehead and Vicki Pepperdine.
1. The Tremendous Adventures of Major Brown.
2. The Painful Fall of a Great Reputation.
3. The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit.
4. The Singular Speculation of the House Agent
5. The Noticeable Conduct of Professor Chadd
January 5, 2020
#7 - 2010
At the beginning of the 20th century, in detective fiction there was Sherlock Holmes and that was all. There were other fictional detectives, to be sure, but they were only bad imitations of Arthur Conan Doyle鈥檚 famous consulting detective. The sleuths offered by other writers would try to outdo Holmes in eccentricity and in solving crimes that were evermore contrived and convoluted.
But in 1905 a book of mysteries came along that finally managed to turn the Sherlock Holmes idea on its head. The book was The Club of Queer Trades by G.K. Chesterton. His detective, Rupert Grant, is a Sherlock Holmes-like private eye who investigates crimes and chases crooks with great self-assuredness in his powers of deduction. But he is always wrong. The hero of these stories is not Rupert, but his older brother, Basil Grant, a retired judge. In each case, Basil proves to Rupert hat there has been no crime and no crooks. (Read the entire lecture on this book, of which the above which has been an excerpt, .
This book was a delight from beginning to end, and I'm not really a G.K. Chesterton fan. I listened to the which was wonderfully read by David Barnes.
At the beginning of the 20th century, in detective fiction there was Sherlock Holmes and that was all. There were other fictional detectives, to be sure, but they were only bad imitations of Arthur Conan Doyle鈥檚 famous consulting detective. The sleuths offered by other writers would try to outdo Holmes in eccentricity and in solving crimes that were evermore contrived and convoluted.
But in 1905 a book of mysteries came along that finally managed to turn the Sherlock Holmes idea on its head. The book was The Club of Queer Trades by G.K. Chesterton. His detective, Rupert Grant, is a Sherlock Holmes-like private eye who investigates crimes and chases crooks with great self-assuredness in his powers of deduction. But he is always wrong. The hero of these stories is not Rupert, but his older brother, Basil Grant, a retired judge. In each case, Basil proves to Rupert hat there has been no crime and no crooks. (Read the entire lecture on this book, of which the above which has been an excerpt, .
This book was a delight from beginning to end, and I'm not really a G.K. Chesterton fan. I listened to the which was wonderfully read by David Barnes.
September 10, 2018
Originale e divertente, si 猫 rivelato un libro da leggere senza troppe pretese. E magari trovarvi qualche idea per un lavoro.
Inventarsi dei mestieri stravaganti (ma anche remunerativi ed insoliti) pu貌 sempre tornar utile, no?
Sono sei racconti, collegati tra loro e con gli stessi protagonisti, ambientati in una Londra dei primi del Novecento sapientemente descritta da GKC ed impreziositi dai suoi bizzarri disegni.
Non ho trovato tutte le storie egualmente divertenti, ma la lettura 猫 stata sempre piacevolmente scorrevole ed in alcuni momenti mi sono sorpreso a ridere da solo.
Forse Basil Grant non 猫 bravo come Sherlock Holmes, ma di certo mette in scena una parodia simpatica ed inconsueta del detective pi霉 famoso del mondo.
I fatti - mormor貌 Basil, come se parlasse di qualche strano e fantastico animale, - come oscurano la verit脿, i fatti. Sar脿 anche sciocco - e infatti sono fuori di testa - ma non ho mai creduto in quell鈥檜omo鈥� come si chiama? Quello delle storie sensazionali鈥� Sherlock Holmes. Ogni dettaglio rimanda a qualcos鈥檃ltro, senza dubbio; ma in genere rimanda alla cosa sbagliata. A me pare che i fatti puntino in tutte le direzioni, come i mille rami e ramoscelli di un albero.
Attenzione al finale: potrebbe indurvi a鈥� ricominciare da capo.
Inventarsi dei mestieri stravaganti (ma anche remunerativi ed insoliti) pu貌 sempre tornar utile, no?
Sono sei racconti, collegati tra loro e con gli stessi protagonisti, ambientati in una Londra dei primi del Novecento sapientemente descritta da GKC ed impreziositi dai suoi bizzarri disegni.
Non ho trovato tutte le storie egualmente divertenti, ma la lettura 猫 stata sempre piacevolmente scorrevole ed in alcuni momenti mi sono sorpreso a ridere da solo.
Forse Basil Grant non 猫 bravo come Sherlock Holmes, ma di certo mette in scena una parodia simpatica ed inconsueta del detective pi霉 famoso del mondo.
I fatti - mormor貌 Basil, come se parlasse di qualche strano e fantastico animale, - come oscurano la verit脿, i fatti. Sar脿 anche sciocco - e infatti sono fuori di testa - ma non ho mai creduto in quell鈥檜omo鈥� come si chiama? Quello delle storie sensazionali鈥� Sherlock Holmes. Ogni dettaglio rimanda a qualcos鈥檃ltro, senza dubbio; ma in genere rimanda alla cosa sbagliata. A me pare che i fatti puntino in tutte le direzioni, come i mille rami e ramoscelli di un albero.
Attenzione al finale: potrebbe indurvi a鈥� ricominciare da capo.
June 14, 2018
螔喂尾位委慰 蟺慰蠀 蠂伪委蟻蔚蟽伪喂 谓伪 蟿慰 未喂伪尾维味蔚喂蟼路 蟿慰 蠉蠁慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 韦蟽苇蟽蟿蔚蟻蟿慰谓 蔚委谓伪喂 伪蟺伪蟻维渭喂位位慰 魏伪喂 蟽伪蟻魏维味蔚喂 维纬蟻喂伪 蟿畏 蟽慰尾伪蟻慰蠁维谓蔚喂伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蠀蟺慰魏蟻喂蟽委伪. 螒谓 蟿慰 魏伪位慰蟽魏蔚蠁蟿蔚委 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 伪谓伪魏伪位蠉蟺蟿蔚喂 -伪蟺蠈 维位位慰谓 未蟻蠈渭慰- 蟿畏 未蠉谓伪渭畏 蟺慰蠀 尾蟻萎魏蔚 蟽蟿慰 蟺伪蟻维未慰尉慰 慰 螠蟺蟻蔚蠂蟿. 螖喂伪渭伪谓蟿维魏喂.
December 9, 2008
Chesterton's book is a series of mystery stories involving a narrator and his friend, the eccentric ex-judge Basil Grant. Each story is about someone who belongs to the Club of Queer Trades--someone who makes his living in an unique way.
I haven't read any Chesterton before, but was delighted by the breadth and depth of the mysteries. They had a variety of means and ends, and often didn't involve murder or other sordid crimes. At the same time, the detective Basil Grant becomes a sort of anti-Sherlock, relying more on what he knows about people through his long study of them, rather than through detailed facts and clues. There's an interesting passage about the unreliability of facts:
"Facts," murmured Basil, like one mentioning some strange, far-off animals, "how facts obscure the truth. I may be silly鈥攊n fact, I'm off my head鈥攂ut I never could believe in that man鈥攚hat's his name, in those capital stories?鈥擲herlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up鈥攐nly the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars."
("Death to Major Brown")
This anti-rational approach depends on the spiritual approach to the universe. Basil functions like the physiologies (common books from the early 1800s that described residents of the city using broad caricatures), abstracting ideas about the character of people he meets not from any specific facts but rather from the general impression of them as people.
This book also features a club that seems to be the inspiration for the movie The Game -- the Adventure and Romance Agency:
"Major," said he, "did you ever, as you walked along the empty street upon some idle afternoon, feel the utter hunger for something to happen鈥攕omething, in the splendid words of Walt Whitman: 'Something pernicious and dread; something far removed from a puny and pious life; something unproved; something in a trance; something loosed from its anchorage, and driving free.' Did you ever feel that?"
"Certainly not," said the Major shortly.
"Then I must explain with more elaboration," said Mr Northover, with a sigh. "The Adventure and Romance Agency has been started to meet a great modern desire. On every side, in conversation and in literature, we hear of the desire for a larger theatre of events for something to waylay us and lead us splendidly astray. Now the man who feels this desire for a varied life pays a yearly or a quarterly sum to the Adventure and Romance Agency; in return, the Adventure and Romance Agency undertakes to surround him with startling and weird events. As a man is leaving his front door, an excited sweep approaches him and assures him of a plot against his life; he gets into a cab, and is driven to an opium den; he receives a mysterious telegram or a dramatic visit, and is immediately in a vortex of incidents. A very picturesque and moving story is first written by one of the staff of distinguished novelists who are at present hard at work in the adjoining room...."
"How on earth does the thing work?" asked Rupert Grant, with bright and fascinated eyes.
"We believe that we are doing a noble work," said Northover warmly. "It has continually struck us that there is no element in modern life that is more lamentable than the fact that the modern man has to seek all artistic existence in a sedentary state. If he wishes to float into fairyland, he reads a book; if he wishes to dash into the thick of battle, he reads a book; if he wishes to soar into heaven, he reads a book; if he wishes to slide down the banisters, he reads a book. We give him these visions, but we give him exercise at the same time, the necessity of leaping from wall to wall, of fighting strange gentlemen, of running down long streets from pursuers鈥攁ll healthy and pleasant exercises. We give him a glimpse of that great morning world of Robin Hood or the Knights Errant, when one great game was played under the splendid sky. We give him back his childhood, that godlike time when we can act stories, be our own heroes, and at the same instant dance and dream."
("Death to Major Brown")
One might also suggest that the appeal of ARGs depends on this same dissatisfaction with pre-packaged media entertainment. What doesn't figure here, though, is the rise of mix culture. The ability to remix and create your own media undoes some of the malaise of the modern man.
I haven't read any Chesterton before, but was delighted by the breadth and depth of the mysteries. They had a variety of means and ends, and often didn't involve murder or other sordid crimes. At the same time, the detective Basil Grant becomes a sort of anti-Sherlock, relying more on what he knows about people through his long study of them, rather than through detailed facts and clues. There's an interesting passage about the unreliability of facts:
"Facts," murmured Basil, like one mentioning some strange, far-off animals, "how facts obscure the truth. I may be silly鈥攊n fact, I'm off my head鈥攂ut I never could believe in that man鈥攚hat's his name, in those capital stories?鈥擲herlock Holmes. Every detail points to something, certainly; but generally to the wrong thing. Facts point in all directions, it seems to me, like the thousands of twigs on a tree. It's only the life of the tree that has unity and goes up鈥攐nly the green blood that springs, like a fountain, at the stars."
("Death to Major Brown")
This anti-rational approach depends on the spiritual approach to the universe. Basil functions like the physiologies (common books from the early 1800s that described residents of the city using broad caricatures), abstracting ideas about the character of people he meets not from any specific facts but rather from the general impression of them as people.
This book also features a club that seems to be the inspiration for the movie The Game -- the Adventure and Romance Agency:
"Major," said he, "did you ever, as you walked along the empty street upon some idle afternoon, feel the utter hunger for something to happen鈥攕omething, in the splendid words of Walt Whitman: 'Something pernicious and dread; something far removed from a puny and pious life; something unproved; something in a trance; something loosed from its anchorage, and driving free.' Did you ever feel that?"
"Certainly not," said the Major shortly.
"Then I must explain with more elaboration," said Mr Northover, with a sigh. "The Adventure and Romance Agency has been started to meet a great modern desire. On every side, in conversation and in literature, we hear of the desire for a larger theatre of events for something to waylay us and lead us splendidly astray. Now the man who feels this desire for a varied life pays a yearly or a quarterly sum to the Adventure and Romance Agency; in return, the Adventure and Romance Agency undertakes to surround him with startling and weird events. As a man is leaving his front door, an excited sweep approaches him and assures him of a plot against his life; he gets into a cab, and is driven to an opium den; he receives a mysterious telegram or a dramatic visit, and is immediately in a vortex of incidents. A very picturesque and moving story is first written by one of the staff of distinguished novelists who are at present hard at work in the adjoining room...."
"How on earth does the thing work?" asked Rupert Grant, with bright and fascinated eyes.
"We believe that we are doing a noble work," said Northover warmly. "It has continually struck us that there is no element in modern life that is more lamentable than the fact that the modern man has to seek all artistic existence in a sedentary state. If he wishes to float into fairyland, he reads a book; if he wishes to dash into the thick of battle, he reads a book; if he wishes to soar into heaven, he reads a book; if he wishes to slide down the banisters, he reads a book. We give him these visions, but we give him exercise at the same time, the necessity of leaping from wall to wall, of fighting strange gentlemen, of running down long streets from pursuers鈥攁ll healthy and pleasant exercises. We give him a glimpse of that great morning world of Robin Hood or the Knights Errant, when one great game was played under the splendid sky. We give him back his childhood, that godlike time when we can act stories, be our own heroes, and at the same instant dance and dream."
("Death to Major Brown")
One might also suggest that the appeal of ARGs depends on this same dissatisfaction with pre-packaged media entertainment. What doesn't figure here, though, is the rise of mix culture. The ability to remix and create your own media undoes some of the malaise of the modern man.
March 16, 2017
A collection of little charm-like stories that combine to make a lovely bracelet of a book.
March 6, 2014
4 Extra Debut. A retired soldier finds himself threatened by a flowerbed. Stars David Warner, Martin Freeman, Geoffrey Whitehead and Vicki Pepperdine. From April 2005.
GK Chesterton - The Club of Queer Trades - 6. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady: Cries for help distract Rupert and Charlie from a pleasant summer evening. Could it be that Basil has an odd vocation of his own? Stars David Warner, Martin Freeman. From May 2005.
Thoroughly enjoyed this and can say that Chesterton appeals to my inner wild child; unhappily he is not everyone's favourite cuppa.
December 25, 2022
"Truth must of necessity be stranger than fiction, for fiction is the creation of the human mind, and therefore is congenial to it."
I originally picked up this book because it had the word "queer" in the title. However upon further inspection I learned it was a group of 6 short mystery stories and bizarre adventures.
We follow our heroes:
Charlie 'Cherub' Swinburne, our narrator.
Rupert Grant, a wannabee P.I. and Basil's younger brother. And (my fave) Basil Grant, a madman/poet with near clairvoyant abilities. They basically run around investigating unbelievably strange events, and attempt to get to the bottom of them. Through a variety of petty crimes, normal crimes, detective work, and pure luck.
I liked this book a lot and it really tied in my personal themes for the year, 2023, as the year of the Madman. Basil Grant is seen as completely insane but due to his madness he is the only one who sees things clearly without preconceived notions and tends to have the most correct theories.
All in all, easy read, fun nonsense, funny characters, with some good chunks of crazed wisdom.
4 queer tradesmen out of 5 queer tradesmen
I originally picked up this book because it had the word "queer" in the title. However upon further inspection I learned it was a group of 6 short mystery stories and bizarre adventures.
We follow our heroes:
Charlie 'Cherub' Swinburne, our narrator.
Rupert Grant, a wannabee P.I. and Basil's younger brother. And (my fave) Basil Grant, a madman/poet with near clairvoyant abilities. They basically run around investigating unbelievably strange events, and attempt to get to the bottom of them. Through a variety of petty crimes, normal crimes, detective work, and pure luck.
I liked this book a lot and it really tied in my personal themes for the year, 2023, as the year of the Madman. Basil Grant is seen as completely insane but due to his madness he is the only one who sees things clearly without preconceived notions and tends to have the most correct theories.
All in all, easy read, fun nonsense, funny characters, with some good chunks of crazed wisdom.
4 queer tradesmen out of 5 queer tradesmen
May 22, 2022
In giving G. K. Chesterton鈥檚 The Club of Queer Trades three stars I take and accept the risk that the call is more about me that Mr. C. The premise is clever and the satire is well aimed at a ready target, but after that it goes on too long for what is basically a one, ok two joke funny book. It is family friendly. Likely a relaxing enough read to take to the beach and depend on the cognizanti among the sun worshiper to grant you points for class.
The title is entre to the clever invention of the book. The Club of Queer Trades is an exclusive organization with highly exclusive membership rules. Every member must have invented an unusual, previously non excitant job and make a living perusing it. For example a member has a service for hire for the purpose of having is clients experience a made up drama, only it is inserted into their lives. Rather like we now have locked door mystery rooms, only this version plays out in real time and on the streets.
Our protagonists are brothers who are operating a detective agency. Very early on it is told to the reader that they operate much like Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson. This is a satire of the then and still very popular fictional characters. As such the book is a very early effort to take a satirical potshot at what would have been a primed for it, overly self-important target.
The setup for every chapter is the same. A classic mystery in the typical form of the Sherlock book draws the brothers into a situation that is obviously clear to each. Only one can only see the simple answer and the other realizes that there is always smore to it. The payoff is pretty likely to be some other newly invented unlikely personal service.
The queer trades tend to be well crafted. One can see the value of the service and there is something of a joke behind it. Well enough in conception but at some point, another of maybe too many. Chesterton is a fine word smith. The book is short and there is enough fun to be had, but in the end, I was not exhausted with laughter, and could remember a vague sense of fun. Not a bad book, just not that funny.
The title is entre to the clever invention of the book. The Club of Queer Trades is an exclusive organization with highly exclusive membership rules. Every member must have invented an unusual, previously non excitant job and make a living perusing it. For example a member has a service for hire for the purpose of having is clients experience a made up drama, only it is inserted into their lives. Rather like we now have locked door mystery rooms, only this version plays out in real time and on the streets.
Our protagonists are brothers who are operating a detective agency. Very early on it is told to the reader that they operate much like Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson. This is a satire of the then and still very popular fictional characters. As such the book is a very early effort to take a satirical potshot at what would have been a primed for it, overly self-important target.
The setup for every chapter is the same. A classic mystery in the typical form of the Sherlock book draws the brothers into a situation that is obviously clear to each. Only one can only see the simple answer and the other realizes that there is always smore to it. The payoff is pretty likely to be some other newly invented unlikely personal service.
The queer trades tend to be well crafted. One can see the value of the service and there is something of a joke behind it. Well enough in conception but at some point, another of maybe too many. Chesterton is a fine word smith. The book is short and there is enough fun to be had, but in the end, I was not exhausted with laughter, and could remember a vague sense of fun. Not a bad book, just not that funny.
February 13, 2018
's is one of those bagatelles the author tossed off early in his career. It is about a unique club:
The central character is one Basil Grant, who just walked away from being a judge. He is the one who introduces the other characters, Swinburne and his detective brother Rupert, to the strangeness of the world thy live in:
The nature of this society, such as we afterwards discovered it to be, is soon and simply told. It is an eccentric and Bohemian Club, of which the absolute condition of membership lies in this, that the candidate must have invented the method by which he earns his living.The six stories remind me of another Chesterton work written about the same time, The Paradoxes of Mr. Pond. You may have heard the British expression 鈥淗e'll never set the Thames on fire.鈥� Well, in the first story, someone does just that.
The central character is one Basil Grant, who just walked away from being a judge. He is the one who introduces the other characters, Swinburne and his detective brother Rupert, to the strangeness of the world thy live in:
We all followed him. We snatched our hats from the hat-stand and our sticks from the umbrella-stand; and why we followed him we did not and do not know. But we always followed him, whatever was the meaning of the fact, whatever was the nature of his mastery. And the strange thing was that we followed him the more completely the more nonsensical appeared the thing which he said. At bottom, I believe, if he had risen from our breakfast table and said: 鈥淚 am going to find the Holy Pig with Ten Tails,鈥� we should have followed him to the end of the world.Like all of Chesterton's early fiction, The Club of Queer Trades is a joy to read and re-read.
October 17, 2013
Se penso che stavo quasi per rimuoverlo dalla lista dei to-read per fare spazio ad altri titoli mi prenderei a righellate le mani da sola.
Chesterton 猫 geniale e geniale 猫 il suo personaggio Basil, uno Sherlock Holmes molto pi霉 sociale di quello vero.
Ottima anche la presentazione in copertina: Le apparenze sono sinistre; il mistero agli inizi della vicenda 猫 dei pi霉 cupi e inquietanti; l鈥檈videnza dei fatti sta l矛 a indicare che una mente criminosa 猫 al lavoro o ha gi脿 condotto a termine il lavoro.. Citate il rasoio di Occam o Dylan Dog, ma il concetto rimane lo stesso: anche la situazione pi霉 strana ha una spiegazione, basta cercarla senza fermarsi alle apparenze.
Secondo me 猫 ottimo anche l'ordine in cui i sei racconti sono proposti, perch茅 portano il lettore ad accettare situazioni leggermente sempre pi霉 strane. Quando sono arrivata all'ultima storia, in cui Basil e un quasi professorone del British Museum saltellavano serissimi per il giardino, ho dovuto posare il libro e ridacchiare.
Chesterton 猫 geniale e geniale 猫 il suo personaggio Basil, uno Sherlock Holmes molto pi霉 sociale di quello vero.
Ottima anche la presentazione in copertina: Le apparenze sono sinistre; il mistero agli inizi della vicenda 猫 dei pi霉 cupi e inquietanti; l鈥檈videnza dei fatti sta l矛 a indicare che una mente criminosa 猫 al lavoro o ha gi脿 condotto a termine il lavoro.. Citate il rasoio di Occam o Dylan Dog, ma il concetto rimane lo stesso: anche la situazione pi霉 strana ha una spiegazione, basta cercarla senza fermarsi alle apparenze.
Secondo me 猫 ottimo anche l'ordine in cui i sei racconti sono proposti, perch茅 portano il lettore ad accettare situazioni leggermente sempre pi霉 strane. Quando sono arrivata all'ultima storia, in cui Basil e un quasi professorone del British Museum saltellavano serissimi per il giardino, ho dovuto posare il libro e ridacchiare.
April 11, 2023
In these 6 whimsical and joyous short stories, Chesterton gently parodies the detective stories of Sherlock Holmes and the like, while philosophising about religion, modernity, art and human weakness. Our narrator, Charles Swinburne (his name taken from the poet A.C. Swinburne), finds himself mixed up in a number of strange situations along with the ex-judge Basil Grant and his private detective brother Rupert.
Rupert is a Holmesian figure, rushing into situations following clues which he has invariably misinterpreted, while it is the apparently insane Basil whose wisdom and knowledge of human nature lead him to the truth. Each story also introduces a member of the Club of Queer Trades, people who have a unique and unusual calling, and these are entertaining and ingenious examples of Chesterton鈥檚 creativity.
Really enjoyed these clever stories with their mix of ideas and entertainment. Chesterton is not very fashionable these days, perhaps because of the way his work reflects his Christian beliefs, but he is undoubtedly a skilful writer and this collection shows that off.
Rupert is a Holmesian figure, rushing into situations following clues which he has invariably misinterpreted, while it is the apparently insane Basil whose wisdom and knowledge of human nature lead him to the truth. Each story also introduces a member of the Club of Queer Trades, people who have a unique and unusual calling, and these are entertaining and ingenious examples of Chesterton鈥檚 creativity.
Really enjoyed these clever stories with their mix of ideas and entertainment. Chesterton is not very fashionable these days, perhaps because of the way his work reflects his Christian beliefs, but he is undoubtedly a skilful writer and this collection shows that off.
August 5, 2018
Che lettura piacevole! Questo libro 猫 riuscito a farmi sorridere molte volte e anche a strapparmi qualche risata di gusto!
Fra i personaggi giganteggia Basil Grant, ex giudice che ha abbandonato il lavoro per apparente pazzia e che si trova ad indagare su alcuni episodi criminosi (si riveleranno davvero tali oppure no?) insieme a Swinburne (che ha la funzione di voce narrante) e al fratello Rupert (una spietata e gustosissima parodia del detective tutto deduzioni razionali, modello Sherlock Holmes per intenderci).
Basil, a dispetto della sua aria stralunata e delle sue risatine perenni, guida con acume e lucidit脿 il fratello e l'amico alla risoluzione di casi che definire insoliti 猫 fin riduttivo, casi che ci permettono di fare la conoscenza con personaggi a dir poco bizzarri.
La scrittura di Chesterton 猫 scorrevole e godibilissima, pur non mancando descrizioni dettagliate di personaggi e ambienti (fantastiche quelle relative a vicoli e stradine di Londra...sembra quasi di vederli) e il libro secondo me ha un unico difetto (solo per questo non gli ho dato le 5 stelle): dura troppo poco!
Fra i personaggi giganteggia Basil Grant, ex giudice che ha abbandonato il lavoro per apparente pazzia e che si trova ad indagare su alcuni episodi criminosi (si riveleranno davvero tali oppure no?) insieme a Swinburne (che ha la funzione di voce narrante) e al fratello Rupert (una spietata e gustosissima parodia del detective tutto deduzioni razionali, modello Sherlock Holmes per intenderci).
Basil, a dispetto della sua aria stralunata e delle sue risatine perenni, guida con acume e lucidit脿 il fratello e l'amico alla risoluzione di casi che definire insoliti 猫 fin riduttivo, casi che ci permettono di fare la conoscenza con personaggi a dir poco bizzarri.
La scrittura di Chesterton 猫 scorrevole e godibilissima, pur non mancando descrizioni dettagliate di personaggi e ambienti (fantastiche quelle relative a vicoli e stradine di Londra...sembra quasi di vederli) e il libro secondo me ha un unico difetto (solo per questo non gli ho dato le 5 stelle): dura troppo poco!
August 2, 2018
3.5*
Le storie di questa raccolta sono divertenti e molto scorrevoli, e complessivamente 猫 superiore, per qualit脿, alle solite raccolte di racconti. Il mio racconto preferito 猫 quello dell'agente immobiliare!
Per貌 mi 猫 sembrato che le illustrazioni non fossero molto adatte alla narrazione, irriverente e spiritosa, mentre i disegni erano un po' cupi.
Nel complesso sicuramente una lettura che vale la pena intraprendere, per passare qualche momento piacevole.
Le storie di questa raccolta sono divertenti e molto scorrevoli, e complessivamente 猫 superiore, per qualit脿, alle solite raccolte di racconti. Il mio racconto preferito 猫 quello dell'agente immobiliare!
Per貌 mi 猫 sembrato che le illustrazioni non fossero molto adatte alla narrazione, irriverente e spiritosa, mentre i disegni erano un po' cupi.
Nel complesso sicuramente una lettura che vale la pena intraprendere, per passare qualche momento piacevole.
August 15, 2020
Fun, inventive, impelling and paradoxical, another delightful Chesterton romp - but more superficial than most.
May 1, 2023
What a joyous, yet queer grouping of oddities.
September 6, 2017
Chesterton鈥檚 early work has a strong flavor of Robert Louis Stevenson. The stories collected here, for example, might have made an acceptable addition to RLS鈥檚 New Arabian Nights. While enjoyable, however, these tales are not quite of Stevenson鈥檚 quality; nor are they as good as Chesterton鈥檚 better Father Brown stories. Nonetheless, this was a fun read.
December 19, 2019
ENGLISH: The gist of this short collection of short stories can be expressed by a few typical proverbs:
Appearances are deceiving. Proven facts are sometimes not so proven. What really moves us is not the facts, but our interpretations of the facts.
Truth is stranger than fiction. For fiction is the creation of the human mind, and therefore is congenial to it.
As usual in the stories by Chesterton, the protagonists, in this case the retired judge Basil Grant, but also other characters, often seems to be crazy, but always turn out to be saner than the other characters, who try to interpret facts resting on appearances, which are notoriously deceptive.
I had read this book in a Spanish translation 18 years ago. Now I've read it in the original English, and have liked more, so I'm giving it one extra star.
ESPA脩OL: La esencia de esta breve colecci贸n de cuentos se puede expresar mediante un par de refranes:
Las apariencias enga帽an. Los hechos probados a veces no resultan estar tan probados, porque lo que realmente nos mueve no son los hechos, sino nuestras interpretaciones de los hechos.
La realidad es m谩s sorprendente que la ficci贸n. Porque la ficci贸n es creaci贸n de la mente humana y por lo tanto es semejante a ella.
Como de costumbre en los cuentos de Chesterton, los protagonistas, en este caso el juez retirado Basil Grant y otros personajes, a menudo parecen locos, pero siempre resultan estar m谩s cuerdos que los otros personajes, que tratan de interpretar los hechos bas谩ndose en las apariencias, notoriamente enga帽osas.
Le铆 este libro hace 18 a帽os en traducci贸n espa帽ola. Ahora lo he le铆do en el ingl茅s original y me ha gustado m谩s, por lo que le doy una estrella adicional.
Appearances are deceiving. Proven facts are sometimes not so proven. What really moves us is not the facts, but our interpretations of the facts.
Truth is stranger than fiction. For fiction is the creation of the human mind, and therefore is congenial to it.
As usual in the stories by Chesterton, the protagonists, in this case the retired judge Basil Grant, but also other characters, often seems to be crazy, but always turn out to be saner than the other characters, who try to interpret facts resting on appearances, which are notoriously deceptive.
I had read this book in a Spanish translation 18 years ago. Now I've read it in the original English, and have liked more, so I'm giving it one extra star.
ESPA脩OL: La esencia de esta breve colecci贸n de cuentos se puede expresar mediante un par de refranes:
Las apariencias enga帽an. Los hechos probados a veces no resultan estar tan probados, porque lo que realmente nos mueve no son los hechos, sino nuestras interpretaciones de los hechos.
La realidad es m谩s sorprendente que la ficci贸n. Porque la ficci贸n es creaci贸n de la mente humana y por lo tanto es semejante a ella.
Como de costumbre en los cuentos de Chesterton, los protagonistas, en este caso el juez retirado Basil Grant y otros personajes, a menudo parecen locos, pero siempre resultan estar m谩s cuerdos que los otros personajes, que tratan de interpretar los hechos bas谩ndose en las apariencias, notoriamente enga帽osas.
Le铆 este libro hace 18 a帽os en traducci贸n espa帽ola. Ahora lo he le铆do en el ingl茅s original y me ha gustado m谩s, por lo que le doy una estrella adicional.
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