Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Announcing.....

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The Father Brown Reader!

Available for preorders now. Just in time for your children, granchildren, or great-grandchildren for this Christmas (after you get them their Gilbert ornament, of course).

4 Short stories by G. K. Chesterton adapted by Nancy Carpentier Brown

Illustrated by Ted Schluenderfritz

This book features 4 Father Brown mysteries adpated for young readers:

A sapphire cross rescued . . . "The Blue Cross"

A set of silverware recovered . . . . "The Strange Feet"

A trio of diamonds restored . . . . "The Flying Stars"

A magician's puzzle solved . . . . "The Absence of Mr. Glass"

Great for gift giving to your favorite young readers!! (Appropriate for advanced 3rd graders-5th grade. Great for read alouds as well.)
OK people, I'm counting on you helping us make this a Best Seller and show the world how great a mystery writer GKC is. Order your 5 today!!!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Punch and Judy

I am sure there are those of you out there who know a lot more about the connection between Punch and Judy and Chesterton than I do. All I can say is that, in reading the list of traditional characters in a Punch and Judy show, I finally felt I understood the characters in the story called "The Flying Stars" where a harlequin and a doctor and a policeman appear, each traditional characters in a P&J puppet show.

I cannot recall ever having actually seen a P&J show, although I've certainly seen snippets, Punch with a stick wacking at everyone in sight, etc., but I never knew the history or the story, nor how much this influenced Chesterton.

I hope that those who know will comment here, because I feel quite inadequate. I enjoyed reading this short history of P&J and knew that it was an important piece in understanding Chesterton (in trying to read some of the material he himself would have been familiar with and read in his day) so I enjoyed reading it.
Note from Gramps on Chesterton on Punch click here.
ILN October 8, 1921

I was delighted to see that Dr. Kimmins, at the recent British Association Conference, declared that children still find the fullest measure of fun in Punch and Judy. He said that his investigations had convinced him that most children preferred it to the cinema, in which I entirely agree with them. I can enjoy the cinema also, in due and distant subordination to Punch and Judy. As Tennyson says, "Let her know her place; she is second, not the first." At present it seems doubtful whether the cinema does know its place. It seems to have an indiscriminate craving for all stories and styles that are most unsuitable to it. I have remarked before on the incredible rumour of the filming of Mr. Bernard Shaw's play of "Pygmalion," which is exactly as if the original Pygmalion had advertised his statue as being recently translated from the original Hebrew, or arranged in syncopated time suitable to the banjo.It means literally nothing whatever. There is no play of "Pygmalion" apart from the tones of voice in which the heroine speaks. But apart from such extreme cases, the cinema producer seems to have very vague notions of the nature and limits of his own art. He delights in producing "Vanity Fair" by the machinery of the movies; or some such story that obviously depends on talk, and even on gossip. Now if I were to announce that I was producing "Vanity Fair" by the machinery of Punch and Judy, it would be clear that the form of art chosen had its limitations. It would have its triumphs also - the soul-sufficing, thundering thwack that Rawdon Crawley gives to Lord Steyne could be given with an energy far beyond the cinema or even the stage. These are the high moments of the Punch and Judy art; high even in philosophy and in ethics and politics. For do not our day-dreams of practical politics now largely consist in wishing we could hit wooden heads with a wooden stick?

The truth is that the cinema prevails over Punch end Judy not as great art, but merely as big business. There was probably more fun got out of Punch and Judy, but there was less money got out of it. And many modern people have a sort of imaginative reverence for a thing not only because a lot of money is got out of it, but merely because a lot of money is put into it. The materials of the old puppet-show were as simple as the wood carving and colouring of the old mediaeval crafts. The reason why all such puppet-shows have died out, I regret to say, is the same as that which has caused the guilds and the local liberties to die out. It is the same that has destroyed the free peasant and the small shop-keeper. It is the denial of dignity and poetry to the poor, and the concentration of worship as well as wealth upon a smaller and smaller ring of the rich. Dickens, who represented the last of the old liberty in a sort of glorious sunset, threw his rays of colour and romance on a thousand such poor and private figures, and among others on two men who travelled with a Punch and Judy. Dickens was a true egalitarian, seeing such men as men in an equal balance, for one of his showmen is a humbug and the other an honest fellow. But by no possibility could those two mountebanks have become millionaires, even by humbug, let alone honesty. They would never in any case become Lord Codlin and Sir Thomas Short.

That is where they differed from any adventurer producing films; and that is where they fail to attract or interest the emancipated modern mind.

Punch and Judy, or more properly, perhaps, Codlin and Short, suffer from the opposite fault to the vulgar universalism of the cinema. Punch is too modest, or Short is too shy. Punch and Judy, like the colder classical drama of Seneca and Corneille, does not extend its range even legitimately beyond certain unities of time and place. The firm of Messrs. Codlin and Short had in its hands a method that really could be applied to a great many other things besides Punch and Judy. I have always wondered that nobody has applied it; for the method of direct manipulation of dolls by the human hand itself is both a simple and a suggestive one. Like Mr. Short, I am more modest and moderate in my views than are the advertisers of the American film. I do not propose to produce "Pelleas and Melisande"in the manner of Punch and Judy. It might indeed be appropriate enough to represent such dramatic figures as dolls. The great Belgian dramatist often implies that his people are the puppets of fate. But they do not fight with fate with anything like the heroic courage shown by Mr. Punch. Punch is not a model of moral conduct in all his domestic relations; but the play is the more moral of the two in that vital respect - that Punch is defiant where Pelleas is only discontented. There is more kick in the old puppets than in many of the modern personalities. But I do not, as I say, propose to transfer the whole tragic and romantic drama of antiquity and modern times to that little stage in the street. I recognise its limitations, as the artists of the film do not seem to recognise theirs. The Punch and Judy method is admirably adapted to a certain type of artistic effect, which might be achieved by any number of other stories of the same style and spirit. It is adapted to the knock-about pantomime or fantastic farce, in which people are hammered with clubs or hanged on gibbets. But we have only to survey the society around us with a philosophical and philanthropic eye to see that there are many who want hammering as much as Judy, and many who need hanging as well as the Beadle. Anything in the way of mock tournaments, comic combats with broadsword or quarterstaff, dances at the end of a rope or otherwise beheading people, boiling them in big pots, or other simple sports of an age of innocence, could be performed in this fashion with any amount of vivacity and variety. I see such a vista of adventures for the wooden dolls that I feel inclined to devote my declining years to writing dramas for the Punch and Judy show.

The art of the Punch and Judy, like the arts of the old guilds, is a handicraft. It is that low thing called manual labour, like the work of the sculptor, the violinist, and the painter of the Transfiguration. The interest of it lies in the fact that the only instrument really employed is the hand, and the costume of the comic figure is merely a kind of glove. Everything is done with those three fingers, or rather two fingers and a thumb, with which, in fact, all the mightiest or most ingenious works of man have been done. Everything turns on the co-operation of that trinity of digits: the pen, the pencil, the bow of the violin, and even the foil or the sword. In this respect Punch and Judy has a purity and classical simplicity as a form of art, superior even to what is more commonly called the puppet show - the more mechanical system of marionettes that work on wires. And there is this final touch of disgrace in the neglect of it: that while marionettes are mostly a foreign amusement, Punch has become a purely English survival. It is very English; it is really popular, it is within the reach of comparatively poor men. Who can wonder that it is dying out? GKC ILN October 8, 1921

Monday, October 15, 2007

Lucky New York City--Live Performance of The Surprise

Male Friendship

I was re-reading the poem that Chesterton dedicated to Bentley which originally appeared in The Man Who Was Thursday and was recently reproduced in Gilbert magazine, and I felt jealous of their friendship. I wish I had some female friendships like Chestertons/Bentley/Belloc/etcs.

And I know there are some male friendships forged by Chesterton even today. I hear about these guys drinking wine, smoking cigars, singing Belloc's songs, etc., and I feel a little bit jealous.

Why is it so hard to make lasting and deep frienships today? My husband has been thinking about this for a while. He goes to Knights of Columbus meetings at our church, the only male organization there. They are all old guys playing pinochle. He goes, but hasn't forged any friendships.

He goes to art groups, art leagues, etc., and most of them are either artist wannabes (not working artists...yet) or elderly people who have art in common and are looking for some social outlets. He's met a lot of people this way, but no real friends.

He isn't into Chesterton, so I can't introduce him to my friends. ;-)

So, I read about Chesterton and I think about friendship, and I long for the Inn at the End of the World, where I'll go in, and everybody will know my name. "Hey, Nancy!" Sounds nice, eh?

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Friday, October 12, 2007

Californians: FYI

Dale Ahlquist, President of the American Chesterton Society, has written books and appeared on EWTN discussing G. K. Chesterton. We have arranged for Mr. Ahlquist to speak at the UC Berkeley campus on Sunday, October 21, 2007 at 7:00 P.M.

His topic will be "The Art of Thinking: G.K. Chesterton on How to Use Your Brain for Its Intended Purpose."

The talk will be held in Room 166 of Barrows Hall. Barrows Hall is a short walk from the Sather Gate entrance to the UC Berkeley Campus. Limited street parking is available, or you can park at the Sather Gate Garage at 2450 Durant Avenue.

Please download and share the flier for this event with anyone you know who might be interested.

Website: www.StAnthonyPaduaInstitute.org
Phone: 888-619-7882

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Thursday's Dr. Thursday Post


Life in Three Dimensions

"Were you ever an isosceles triangle?"
[Gabriel Gale asks this in "The Yellow Bird" in GKC's The Poet and the Lunatics

There is something beyond expression moving to the imagination in the idea of the holy fugitives being brought lower than the very land; as if the earth had swallowed them; the glory of God like gold buried in the ground. Perhaps the image is too deep for art, even in the sense of dealing in another dimension. For it might be difficult for any art to convey simultaneously the divine secret of the cavern and the cavalcade of the mysterious kings, trampling the rocky plain and shaking the cavern roof. Yet the medieval pictures would often represent parallel scenes on the same canvas; and the medieval popular theatre, which the guildsmen wheeled about the streets, was sometimes a structure of three floors, with one scene above another.
[GKC "Bethlehem and the Great Cities" in New Witness, December 8, 1922; reprinted in The Spice of Life 139]


Christ was not only born on the level of the world, but even lower than the world. The first act of the divine drama was enacted, not only on no stage set up above the sight-seer, but on a dark and curtained stage sunken out of sight; and that is an idea very difficult to express in most modes of artistic expression. It is the idea of simultaneous happenings on different levels of life. Something like it might have been attempted in the more archaic and decorative medieval art. But the more the artists learned of realism and perspective, the less they could depict at once the angels in the heavens and the shepherds on the hills, and the glory in the darkness that was under the hills. Perhaps it could have been best conveyed by the characteristic expedient of some of the medieval guilds, when they wheeled about the streets a theatre with three stages one above the other, with heaven above the earth and hell under the earth. But in the riddle of Bethlehem it was heaven that was under the earth. [GKC The Everlasting Man CW2:305]
Since we've had a lot of very serious and technical matters from theology recently, I thought we'd go to the other end of the University and spend some time with the math department. Of course this gets me in trouble right away: first because of the tendency of certain Chestertonians to think that the ACS and its blogg, and - in fact - ALL Chestertonians - are supposed to be "lit'ry" people, and shun the technical and mathematical. But then a quiet little Greek scholar sticks her head up and points out that the "Great Commission" in Mt 28:19 has the verb maqhteusate or mathêtusate which means "make disciples" - make LEARNERs. The ancient Greeks called this hated subject "The Learning" because it was learned. And some years ago, while I was at the unnamed school doing my doctorate, and we heard about the talking doll that said "Math is hard", I spent some time looking into the matter. The answer, as you might expect, is in Aquinas (his commentary on Boethius), and the answre is that Math is easy - as far as its "class" of knowledge is concerned. Obviously, it can be that any given aspect of math might be easy- or hard - for any given person. But that is not the same thing at all.

However interesting it may be to explore epistemology - the science of knowledge, it is a bit more than I want to write about. I have enough writing to do just now, and I want to get into something fun. It all started with last week's discussion of light - and the Lepanto novena. I say the "Luminous" mysteries, the "Mysteries of Light" - which explore the various scenes of the Public Ministry of Jesus. But one could just as easily call them the "Mysteries of Water" because water enters into each of them in a special way.

So I thought I might talk about water - thinking about the Baptism of our Lord at the Jordan, I imagined that every baptism since then contained a molecule of water which had touched Jesus.... and I started to wonder how many molecules that would be.

Well, one mole of water is just 18 grams - and a mole contains about 6.02e23 molecules - that's a computer way of writing a BIG number: 602,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 or 602 sextillion. That's plenty of molecules.

An aside about the word "mole" - this is also called "Avogadro's number" - it is really just a number with a "special name" like dozen, gross, or score... which reminds me of a limerick. But I will spare you. (If you are desperate, see here.)

But not having any nice imagery for such a vast number, I decided to look at the smaller one - 18 grams. Now that's not very big at all - but how big is it? I began to work it out, and found myself using a specialised form of mathematics called "dimensional analysis" - I wonder if it is even taught any more. It's a way of managing equations, say of physics or chemistry, or any real-world problem, so that the units are correct. Often someone is playing with miles per hour and needs the speed in feet per second - or something like that... dimensional analysis is just algebra applied to dimensions. Just to give you the answer, 18 grams of water is less than an ounce - about a shot-glass full.

Now, "dimension" comes from a Latin word meaning "measure": length, time, weight, temperature, and so on... Most of the time, we think there are "three" dimensions, sometimes called x, y, and z - left and right, in and out, up and down. It's when we talk about the fourth and other dimensions that things can get complicated. And then there are the fractional dimensions... at first, it sounds like a joke, like trying to go upstairs by exactly three and a half steps - but labelling a train platform "Nine and Three Quarters" starts sounding quite respectable to such geometers!

And perhaps you've thought I've lost the Chestertonian view? Not at all! In fact, the rest of this posting is pure GKC. You need to get the three dimension down pat, so I can proceed into other dimensions in a future posting. Please read carefully, and think about what you read; there MAY be a quiz next time...

--Dr. Thursday
Press here to enter the Chesterton Dimension...
The tendency of mankind to split up everything into three is hard to explain rationally. It is either false and a piece of superstition; or it is true and a part of religion. In either case it cannot be adequately explained on ordinary human judgment or average human experience. Three is really a very uncommon number in nature. The dual principle runs through nature as a whole; it is almost as if our earth and heaven had been made by the Heavenly Twins. There is no beast with three horns, no bird with three wings; no fish with three fins and no more. No monster has three eyes, except in fairy tales; no cat has three tails, except in logic. Sages have proved the world to be flat and round and oblate and oval; but none (as far as I know) have yet proved it to be triangular. Indeed, the triangle is one of the rarest shapes, not merely in the primal patterns of the cosmos, but even in the multifarious details of man's civilisation. There are three-cornered hats, certainly, and three-cornered tarts; but even taken together they scarcely provide the whole equipment of civilisation. Three-cornered tarts might be monotonous as a diet; as three-cornered hats would certainly be inadequate as a costume. The tripod was certainly important in pagan antiquity; but I cannot help thinking that its modern representative, the three-legged stool, has rather come down in the world. Evolution and the Struggle for Life (if I may mention such holy things in so light a connection) seem to have gone rather against the tripod; and even the three-legged stool is not so common as it was. Victory has gone to the quadrupeds of furniture: to the huge, ruthless sofas, the rampant and swaggering armchairs. It seems clear, therefore, that there is nothing in common human necessities, just as there is nothing in the structure and system of the physical world, to impregnate man with his curious taste for the number three. Yet he shows it in everything from the Three Brothers in the fairy-tale to the Three Estates of the realm; in everything from the Three Dimensions to the Three Bears. If the thing has a reason, it must be a reason beyond reason. It must be mystical; it may be theological.
[GKC ILN Dec 10 1910 CW28:643-4]
Mathematicians still go cracked over the mysterious properties of the number Nine; on hot days you can hear their heads going pop on all sides like chestnuts. Inventors still run about with little machines for Perpetual Motion. Philosophers still argue about the Fourth Dimension, without having the faintest reason to suppose that there is any such thing. These things are parts of the divine energy of man, because they are Games. But the disaster is this, that by calling our worst sins and tragedies by the name of "problems" we hazily remind people of these everlasting amusements - such as squaring the circle; and so make them content with slowness, with pedantry, with idleness, and with sterility. The reformer thinks himself as swift as Achilles if he goes nearly as fast as a tortoise. ...while the philosopher lives in the fourth dimension, the other three dimensions are closing in in meaner rooms and darker prisons around others of the children of men; and it takes a great deal longer to square the circle than to square the politicians. [GKC ILN Nov 25 1911 CW29:194]
The truth is that Professor Einstein has indeed revealed a kind of relativity which he did not intend to reveal. It is a relativity more relative, in Hamlet's sense of the word, than his own. Whatever be the merits of his own scientific theory, he has let out a secret about all scientific theories - or rather, to speak more justly, about the way in which all scientific theories may become scientific fashions. And that is by simply ceasing to be scientific.

And the importance of Einstein and his relativity in this relation is that, in his case, there cannot be anything scientific in the fashion, whatever there may be in the theory. In this case at least, if in this case for the first time, the public is quite certainly talking about what it does not understand. In the biological and psychological cases it may at least have been talking about what it imperfectly understood. It would not be very satisfactory for a biologist or a psychologist to be not so much a theory as a name, and not so much a name as a joke. It would not satisfy a biologist to be applauded in connection with the antics of a pantomime elephant. It would not have pleased Darwin that the Missing Link should appear only in the place of the pantomime cat. But at least it might be argued that men recognised the reference because they recognised the idea. At least it might be argued that the Darwinian idea does apply to elephants and does apply to cats. The popular impression of Darwinism was doubtless very dim and confused, as it is still. For most people it amounted to the notion that men were descended from monkeys; for many people it included the notion that men ought to scramble and fight each other like monkeys. This was not Darwin, but it was Darwinism. It was an idol more enormous, more evident, more solid, and perhaps more permanent than the idea which it misrepresented. The scientific thesis of natural selection was quite serious and thoughtful, and has been largely abandoned by scientific men. The fashionable legend was quite anarchical and absurd, and it is still firmly maintained by multitudes of unscientific men. But if the legend was a caricature of the theory, there was something in the theory to caricature. Darwin did say something about men and monkeys, as well as about cats and elephants; and the something could be popularised, if only in a pantomime. There is something to laugh at in the idea of a man who is half a monkey. There is nothing to laugh at in the idea of relativity. Men did make an image of the Missing Link; though it was an illogical image, because he was missing. They do not make an image of the Fourth Dimension, even an illogical image, because it is missing from imagination as well as experience. If they cheer and laugh at the mere word, it is not only because it is a word, but actually because it is a nonsense word. [GKC ILN Apr 15 1922 CW32:356-7]
...for a medieval man, his Paganism was like a wall and his Catholicism was like a window. No discussions of degree or relativity can get over the difference between a wall and a window. It is more even that a difference of dimension or of plane; it is very near to one of negative and positive. Anyhow, just as a very white sheet of paper looks black if held up against the sun, so any wall looks dark against any window. It may be a whitewashed wall, but it will not be as white as the dullest daylight.

... [Chaucer] had set up, as part of the structure of his own mind a sort of lower and larger stage, for all mankind, in which anything could happen without seriously hurting anybody; and an upper stage which he kept almost deliberately separate, on which walked the angels of the justice and the mercy and the omniscience of God. This was a sort of cosmic complexity, which was supported by the dual standpoint of his morality and philosophy, but which belonged in any case to his individual temperament. It was a temperament especially English; but it is not quite fair to infer in the usual fashion, that it was therefore merely illogical. At bottom, it was no more illogical than the three
dimensions are illogical. It depended on whether he was thinking along one line; or in the flat, as in broad farce; or of the solid images of virtue. [GKC, Chaucer CW18:354, 358]
It is queer that there have been so many philosophical fancies about The Fourth Dimension, in a world in which so many people have not yet discovered The Third. For in that spirit of antic allegory we may say that the modern materialistic world has been in two dimensions and very flat; rather like the Loves of the Triangles or those fishes on the floor of the sea which are almost as flat as figures in geometry. For most periods and civilisations, except the modern period in our civilisation, have really had something which may be best described as a third dimension; a third dimension of depth. It was also, as in the mathematical parallel, a third dimension of height. One way of putting it is to say that people had more of an inner life; but it was an inner life that sank into the abysses and ascended to the sky. We commonly cover it with the name of religion; but it must here be used in a wider sense than anything that is commonly meant by Christianity. Indeed, one of the most obvious forms of it is commonly called Paganism. It was the sense that something was present in the most material actions of men, which was not material but mystical.

If two friends were drinking wine together, there was also a third friend present, for whom wine was actually poured out; the god who had given wine to the human race. To him the vine was sacred; and the vine remained sacred long after the god was rather vague. But it gave to the very act of drinking a ritual character, which was ultimately a religious character. ... I have used the figure of the Loves of the Triangles; but perhaps, oddly enough, it is often the tragedy of this modern love that it is not a triangle. I am aware that there is a threadbare and rather shabby theme that is vulgarly identified with the triangular figure; but there is something deeper and more dignified which deserves much better to be called by the title of the Eternal Triangle. It is the third thing with which the lovers are united at the wedding, as the friends were united over the wine-cup. It is that third dimension of something deeper and more divine which increases all that is most happy and human. We say that it takes two to make a quarrel; and where they are really only two, they probably will quarrel. We say that two is company and three is none; and we shall have gone much deeper into the deepest realities before we discover what even the heathens knew: that three is company and two is none. [GKC ILN June 1, 1935 - thanks to Frank Petta and my mother]

There is perhaps nothing so perfect in all language or literature as the use of these three degrees in the parable of the lilies of the field; in which he seems first to take one small flower in his hand and note its simplicity and even its impotence; then suddenly expands it in flamboyant colours into all the palaces and pavilions full of a great name in national legend and national glory; and then, by yet a third overturn, shrivels it to nothing once more with a gesture as if flinging it away “...and if God so clothes the grass that to-day is and to-morrow is cast into the oven - how much more...” [Mt 6:28-30] It is like the building of a good Babel tower by white magic in a moment and in the movement of a hand; a tower heaved suddenly up to heaven on the top of which can be seen afar off, higher than we had fancied possible, the figure of man; lifted by three infinities above all other things, on a starry ladder of light logic and swift imagination. Merely in a literary sense it would be more of a masterpiece than most of the masterpieces in the libraries; yet it seems to have been uttered almost at random while a man might pull a flower. But merely in a literary sense also, this use of the comparative in several degrees has about it a quality which seems to me to hint of much higher things than the modern suggestion of the simple teaching of pastoral or communal ethics. [GKC The Everlasting Man CW2:332-3]

Reader Needs Our Help

If you can help Rich, please e-mail me ASAP.
Hi Nancy,

It's Rich. Can I ask you for a favour? Would you post a question on the ACS blog for anyone who could help?

The book is almost done. I am annotating it as we speak and soon I will have a complete manuscript on the distributist anthology of G.K.'s Weekly. I've run into a snag and maybe your readers can assist.

I came across a name Chesterton gives to the private big business owner named Moses Miggs. I'm assuming it is a fictitious name because I could not find the name online anywhere. Do you know or do your readers know if they have seen the name of Moses Miggs in any of Chesterton's fiction? I'm trying to find out if this is a real person or not (I assume the latter).

Here is the context and thanks in advance!

"But if Mr. Moses Miggs, who has a shop next door to the Post Office, buys up all the pens, ink, and paper, from all the shops miles round, so that nobody can write a letter except by coming to terms with him, then Mr. Miggs does in fact obtain exactly the same power as the Post Office..."
Anyone know?

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The Oldest and Noisiest Chestertonian

A must-read by Aidan Mackey.

The Ball and the Cross

Question from a reader who is reading The Ball and the Cross at her parish book club (yeah for them!) and looking for some help with a study guide, or study questions. Has anyone run across any? Written any?

I know some of you run Chesterton clubs, so I thought maybe there might be something out there.

Thanks for your help.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Chesterton Outmoded?

Reader takes up some sort of "Outmoded" book challenge, takes Napolean of Notting Hill off her shelf, and discovers she has a first edition!

The American Cecil Chesterton Society

This took me by surprise when I discovered it today.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Our Mr. Chesterton

I enjoy this feature of the magazine (Gilbert) very much. I like the personal anecdotes. Probably because I like the person of Chesterton so much. And his heroic virtue of....oh, that's another post, sorry ;-)

In this issue, we have a note from E.C. Bentley, a close friend of Chesterton's, describing the notebooks filled with Chesterton's writing, from very early on. I would love to see the book that they wrote together, taking turns writing chapters. And the item that he hated having anyone read his work while he was present....well, I thought I was the only one. ;-)

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Dr. Thursday's Feast of St. Francis Post

Francis, Francis and Frances: the Meaning of Light

We are now on the sixth day of our Lepanto Novena. These nine days provide a rich stellar display of feasts:

Sept 29: St. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, archangels
Sept 30: Doctor St. Jerome
Oct 1: DOCTOR St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower
Oct 2: Holy Guardian Angels
Oct 4: John Bernardone (an alias - but read on...)
Oct 5: St. Maria Faustina
Oct 6: St. Bruno
Oct 7: Our Lady of the Rosary (and the victory at Lepanto)

In fact, October 3 seems to be the only date of the new calendar without a saint - though in the old calendar that used to be Doctor Terry's feast. (Although it may be of interest, I have no time to go into these calendar shifts; I have enough of that at work. "Clock Day" is one of the true horrors for those of us who have to watch clocks... and it's not far off.)

I mention this stellar lineup because with our entry into October, there is a lot of excitement for those of us who think about the stars. There are always thrilling things to see on a clear night - now is the time when we can see the great Andromeda galaxy, some 2 million light years away! And soon we'll be into the very dramatic season when there are a whole lot of really bright stars all visible at once... Aldebaran, Capella, Rigel, Betelgeuse, Procyon, Sirius, Castor, Pollux, Regulus, Spica... and the splendid three-in-a-row, the Belt of Orion, called the "Three Marys" by some. (Oh, boy, I can't wait!)

I have quoted elsewhere one of the most profound comments ever made about the stars, and since it is very impressive, I shall quote it again here:
"Considered as a collector of rare and precious things, the amateur astronomer has a great advantage over amateurs in all other fields, who must content themselves with second and third rate specimens. For example, only a few of the world's mineralogists could hope to own such a specimen as the Hope diamond... In contrast, the amateur astronomer has access at all times to the original objects of his study; the masterworks of the heavens belong to him as much as to the great observatories of the world."
[Robert Burnham Jr., Burnham's Celestial Handbook, 5, emphasis added]
Of course, all Chestertonians will hear a mystical harmony with another link of gems and stars:
I felt economical about the stars as if they were sapphires (they are called so in Milton's Eden): I hoarded the hills. For the universe is a single jewel, and while it is a natural cant to talk of a jewel as peerless and priceless, of this jewel it is literally true. This cosmos is indeed without peer and without price: for there cannot be another one. [GKC, Orthodoxy CW1:268]
Remember that next time somebody comes up with terms like "parallel universes", "multiverse" or such nonsense.

But what is a star? A gem or jewel? A big ball of hydrogen being fused at themonuclear temperatures? Faint sky lights you can ignore when you're out at night? Something for experts? Or something else?

In order to find out, we ought to find the right expert. Hmmm...
A grey-clad monk, who is the spirit of the Middle Ages, is approached upon the matter, and begins to say, in the arid manner of the Schoolmen, "Let us first of all consider, my brethren, the value of Light. If Light be in itself good - " [GKC, Heretics CW1:46]
Yes, Chesterton tells us, "all depends on what is the philosophy of Light." OK. Then what is light?

Er... a wave or a particle, something moving at 3e8 m/s, a stream of photons, energy dependent on the frequency... Oh, sure, if you know some physics, you can write
E = m c2

c = l f

E = h n

all you want, and then there's Maxwell... (ooh!)

But we need the philosophy, not the physics.

OK! (Ahem.) But what does the philosophy of light have to do with Francis, Francis and Frances? Press here to find out.

Here is the pivotal quote by which I hope to disentangle myself.

In the words of G. K. Chesterton, who married Frances Blogg and took Francis as his confirmation name:
the whole philosophy of St. Francis revolved round the idea of a new supernatural light on natural things, which meant the ultimate recovery not the ultimate refusal of natural things.
[GKC, St. Francis of Assisi CW2:59]
One of the deepest and most mystical of all words I know is a word from ancient Greek - the word Qewria - that is theôria, where the ô is a LONG o. It is the word from which the English word "theory" is derived. I shall not attempt to define it or even begin to explore it - it would take more disk space than I have, both at home and at work. But among the many curious and deep things about it is the link to another Greek word which means "I see".

For the mental thing (whatever it really is) which is called "theory" (in its most general sense) might also be called "vision" or "contemplation" - somehow it is linked to a kind of abstract "seeing" within the mind. And that is where the Light - in its philosophical sense - comes in.

Ahem. You are lost. Doc, you're really tiresome today. Lots of Greek, lots of math, lots of physics. One of the DARKEST essays you've tried to read recently - right?

Perhaps I can enLIGHTen you. I will try an analogy.

I have an idea, wandering around in my head. I will NOT tell you what it is NOW - I will represent it by the @ sign. I want to tell you about my idea. So I say:
There is green at the bottom, and blue at the top. Standing on the green is a big something - the @. The @ faces left, and seems to be chewing something. There is a brass bell around its neck. The @ is black and white, and has horns. The @ makes a sound (I will spell it "moo"). Somebody comes to the @, does something I cannot quite make out, and soon there is a pail of milk.
Sure, you laugh. Oh silly Doctor, you could have said "cow" and saved yourself a lot of typing!

Is that beginning to make any sense?

Let's give Chesterton a try:
Out of some dark forest under some ancient dawn there must come towards us, with lumbering yet dancing motions, one of the very queerest of the prehistoric creatures. We must see for the first time the strangely small head set on a neck not only longer but thicker than itself, as the face of a gargoyle is thrust out upon a gutter-spout, the one disproportionate crest of hair running along the ridge of that heavy neck like a beard in the wrong place; the feet, each like a solid club of horn, alone amid the feet of so many cattle; so that the true fear is to be found in showing, not the cloven, but the uncloven hoof. Nor is it mere verbal fancy to see him thus as a unique monster; for in a sense a monster means what is unique, and he is really unique. [GKC, The Everlasting Man CW2:149-50]
And again you say "horse" - very good. (I think his is better than mine.)

But what if the idea is something much more profound? What if the idea is something you have never seen, and will never see in this life?

It was for this reason - and here I hear the "Great Chorus" of two millennia of writers sing in harmony - indeed, it was for this reason that the Word was made Man - and this is the reason that we confess in our Sunday Creed that Jesus is "Light from Light". Or, as the priest says in the Preface for Christmas: "In him we see our God made visible and so are caught up in the love of the God we cannot see." It is the most wonderful of ideas - God - which has been set forth in the person of Jesus - and in Him this idea was elucidated much better than I could - or even GKC - could.

Alas, after 1100 years, the memory of this idea had gotten - well, maybe a little faded and torn around the edges. (Was that a black and white thing standing on something green, or perhaps a green thing standing on something black and white? Was the neck long, or the beard?) Remember, the idea was still around, and people still called it "cow" or "horse" or "Jesus" - but it was the fine and brilliant detail which had faded.

And then from a small Italian town God called forth a playboy-soldier, a troubador who liked to sing and dance - a young man named John Bernardone. (See October 4, above) He kept on singing and dancing, but he did it, and a lot more, for a whole new reason.

For in himself he made visible an image of Jesus. A man, a poor man, a happy man, a man interested in all things, but especially in other persons, and most of all interested in God.

It was this man, called "Francis" from his youth, who wrote one of the greatest love-poems ever written. He wrote it in a language which was just beginning to be its own fresh Italian instead of a very tired Latin. He wrote it very much like certain psalms or Bible canticles, or the ever-rich and ever-confusing first chapter of Genesis, simply by putting together a list. (I'd like to see your neighborhood cosmologist try that!) GKC told us that "The greatest of poems is an inventory." [Orthodoxy CW1:267] And in this love-song, John (aka Francis) Bernardone inventories all the things in creation, and put them - much like the brilliant Scholastics - into their proper order and place - that is, in their relation to God.

This song is the great Canticle of the Creatures, and here, at almost the very beginning, is the height of the description of light:

All praise be yours, my Lord, through all that you have made,
And first my lord Brother Sun,
Who brings the day; and light you give to us through him.

How beautiful is he, how radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.
Please read those last two lines again:

How beautiful is he, how radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.


Ah - perhaps now you can see! I hope these words of St. Francis have helped to shine some light on light.

Happy feast of St. Francis to all!

--Dr. Thursday

PS: Perhaps today you might try to read a little of GKC's own book about this wonderful saint. Don't forget that our bloggmistress Nancy Brown has a helpful Study Guide for GKC's book. I should warn you - you don't have to be a child to take advantage of it.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

If you live in or near Ro"chesterton", NY...

A conference which includes Chesterton.

Scholarship Winners

One thing I love to read each year in Gilbert is the Gilbert and Frances Scholarship winners essays. The latest Gilbert had two essays, by Spencer Howe and Alex Ogrodnick.

Naturally, as a homeschooling mother, I enjoyed Spencer's article: "The Attack on Parents as Primary Educators."
If parents abdicate thier role as teachers of their children, then external influences will inculcate the young with popular and one-sided views on the most controversial and disputed dogmas, including political involvement, history, religion, and morality.
Not bad.

Alex's article, "Of Beaatitudes, Money, and Gratitude" was a Chestertonian view of possessions.

I enjoyed reading these young authors work, and wish them the best in their future endeavors.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Gilbert's Vanity Plates seen in Arizona

Very cool. I think every state should have a Chesterton plate, and the proceeds should go to the ACS.

Gilbert Editorial

"The Nightmare--One Hundred Years Later"

If you own a copy of the book The Critical Judgements, you can read the contemporary reviews of The Man Who Was Thursday (TMWWT). Then, like today, some readers "got it" and some don't.

I remember Dawn Eden's talk at ChesterCon07, and she was talking about the influence of TMWWT. As she spoke, she held a copy of TMWWT in her hand. I was sitting in a place where I could see her hand, and the book, and I noticed that the book was able to lay flat (spine broken?), had many dogears, seemed to have underlines and notes on every page, and in every way showed signs of frequent reading. Dawn quoted to us several passages that had made a difference to her life.

Which brings me to a curious fact. The passages she quoted, were not the ones I underlined and remember. I have different sentences that mean much to me. And this is a great thing about Chesterton. He speaks to many different people in many different ways--using the same story. Amazing.

So, back to the editorial. Here we are, just completing a conference and an issue on a story that is 100 years old. Wonderful. Before the conference, we had a book discussion on line here about Thursday, and we discussed why it was called a Nightmare, which the editorial touches upon as well.

So, do you know what we are celebrating at ChesterCon08? The 100th Anniversary of Orthodoxy. I think maybe in about April, we'll start a book discussion of that, in preparation for the conference. Anyone interested in that?

Monday, October 01, 2007

Lepanto Novena Day 3

Chesterton's Potential Sainthood and Dorothy Collins' Remark

Seems below Gramps is determined to throw a wet blanket on the idea of Chesterton as a saint. Well, none of us really knows. That's why we have a church to think about such things. All we can do is produce evidence, give it to the right people, and they will decide, not us.

However, as I was reading this past weekend, I came across this curious passage in Aidan Mackey's new book, G.K. Chesterton: A Prophet for the 21st Century, With an Introduction by Dale Ahlquist:
"Again, he [Chesterton] so belittled his own powers that even those who knew him could be deceived. On several occasions, I [Aidan Mackey] asked Dorothy Collins, his secretary, who was as a daughter to Gilbert and Frances Chesterton, with which languages Gilbert had some familiarity. Each time I was assured that he had no knowledge whatsoever of any tongue other than English, other than a very few words of schoolboy French. Yet a reading of his Chaucer and other of his works clearly displays very sensitive knowledge of French and acquaintanceship with Latin. In fact, he translated a sonnet from the French of Joachim du Bellay so marvellously, that Mr. George Steiner....paid it...high tribute [which Mr. Mackey goes on to quote].

...I have since discovered that G.K.C. was awarded the Sixth Form ('A' Group) Prize for French at St. Paul's School in 1891...to have been the recipient of this award most certainly proves that he was brilliant at both written and oral French.
I merely relate Mr. Mackey's remarks as proof that even someone as close to Chesterton as Dorothy Collins may not have known him all that well.