A review by penguin_emperor_of_the_north
The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G.K. Chesterton

5.0

I have occasionally read a book, watched a movie or listened to a song and walked away suspecting the author was on something. I recall joking about the books from high school that there was something in the author's water.

Reading Chesterton, though, gives me the opposite impression. That maybe he had the only clean water source on the planet and I'm the one drugged.

Now, if you're anything like me, you've reread that sentence three times and agreed that I am drugged but remain agnostic on Chesterton's water source. But I always walk away from Chesterton certain that he has a great point to make and that I've missed all but a glimpse.

That's not to say that it's an overly grim, dark and serious novel. The book is actually quite fun and delights in paradox. It's truly a pleasure to read but I still walk away thinking that I've missed the treasure Chesterton buried in there.