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The Man Who Was Thursday ❰EPUB❯ ✼ The Man Who Was Thursday Author G.K. Chesterton – Natus-physiotherapy.co.uk Eual parts mystery suspense story allegory and farce this title features Gabriel Syme who is the author's ideal of the virtuous Common Man He must infiltrate and try to thwart an anarchist cell whose Who Was PDF/EPUB ¼ Eual parts mystery suspense story allegory and farce this title features Gabriel Syme who is the author's ideal of the virtuous Common Man He must infiltrate and try to thwart an anarchist cell whose heart is the mysterious and ambiguous Sunday man whose powers seem almost godlike.


10 thoughts on “The Man Who Was Thursday

  1. Chris Chris says:

    I lost my backpack thanks to this bookIt was years and years ago probably my first winter in Japan and I'd picked up this book at Maruzen I had heard about Chesterton mainly from the dedication page of Pratchett and Gamian's Good Omens The authors would like to join the demon Crowley in dedicating this book to the memory of GK Chesterton A man who knew what was going on and the title looked weird enough to be entertaining So I was reading the book on the train as I often do and I had my backpack on the floor between my feet When the train got to my station I stood up still reading and walked offIt wasn't until I had to put the book down again to eat that I realized I no longer had my backpackThis was no small problem either the bag had a lot of important stuff in it not the least of which was my Palm Pilot with all my friends' addresses on it There were also about two dozen Christmas cards in there along with other various and sundry things And it was a good bag tooLong story short too late I never got the bag back The staff at my school and even one of the students were kind enough to call the Keihan lost found a few times to see if anyone had turned it in but with no luck And whoever got it didn't do the obvious thing and look at the return address on every single one of those Christmas cards noooAhem I'm over it ReallyMy point is this beware the seductive power of this book Beware the enchantments laid upon it and the dreamlike web that it weaves For if you let it this book will enrapture you and gods help you if that happensThe story is one that sucks you in almost from the first page when two passionate poets argue the worth and detriment of society Should it be torn down and let chaos reign in the world? Is order the true glory of humanity the crowning jewel of mankind? Should the existing paradigm by praised or destroyed and is he who advocates the path of anarchy true to that path?From that moment that confrontation of poet philosophers we are drawn into a dark heart of true anarchy where no one can be trusted to be who he appears to be And not even the protagonist himself can be absolutely sure where his path will endNeedless to say I think this book was awesome on many levels The whole thing reads like a dream moving in and out of locales with odd fluidity and it's honestly hard to put it down It has a great cast of characters each one distinct and interesting and worth your attention and a great ending that while not making a whole lot of sense is entirely fittingWhat's really interesting is the modern applicability of this story Its major theme is that of law versus anarchy and when Chesterton wrote this back one hundred years ago in 1908 the anarchist movement was seen as a real threat These people were not the angry kids spray painting Anarchy signs all over the place and listening to punk rock The fringe radicals of the Anarchist movement advocated violence They liked dynamite and struck terror in the hearts of the citizenry much in the way that terrorists still do today And like modern terrorists they were driven by a twisted and dark ideology which placed their own motivations above society In the world that Chesterton has made the Law is in a perpetual battle with the forces of chaos the dark and shadowy enemies who are always out to destroy usSound familiar?The hunt for terrorists is a great plot for any writer and hundreds of them good and bad have used this trope as a way of telling a story Chesterton however reached into the heart of that idea and found the uneasy twist that we are not always willing to deal with He found the Nietzschean paradox about what happens when you battle monsters and saw that it could very well be true He has shown us that it is dangerous to act without knowing the truth even if the truth isn't what you want it to beNeil and Terry were right Chesterton knew what was going on This book is just as relevant today as it was a century ago even if Chesterton never meant it to be No matter what the subtitle to the book may be and no matter how he may have meant it the book is still valuable to us Well worth reading


  2. Fergus Fergus says:

    Gilbert Keith Chesterton’s own life stories were every bit as madcap and zany as this book is I’ll tell you a bit if you likeOne day during his days of his éminence grise littéraire the days late in his unbuttoned life of entre deux guerres we find him on his own madcap mystery tour on the de rigeur readings and signings circuit The total stress and if this is Friday it must be Paris kaleidoscopic feeling of it all must have overwhelmed this poor usually windbaggish bonhommeFor totally lost and panic stricken he cabled his worry wart wife tersely“Am in Golders Green Where SHOULD I be?”Came the prompt longsuffering reply from his wife“HOME”And oh Yes fittingly THESE are the madcap adventures of a mild mannered Scotland Yard investigator who has stumbled onto an Anarchist plot in Edwardian London but can't reveal it to anyone Art mirrors lifeSubstitute terrorist for anarchist substitute post Brexit for Edwardian London and you have the makings of a rollicking good yarnAnd Chesterton delivers Being Catholic he has an acutely suspicious eye for pure evil which sobriuet precisely fits this odd and ornery assortment of bad guys And he expertly holds our attention to the end a dénouement which is truly apocalyptic in the best religious sense of the word It has to be that way you know Because you know the our awareness grows the evil becomes amorphous Part of the scenery But it’s thereBut that doesn’t mean we won’t resist it all the But our resistance sustains and feeds evil And all our seemingly innocuous indulgences give it ample space to grow to a blackly cynical adulthoodCS Lewis has noted wisely that evil is by nature parasitic It grows stronger the we try to be good Why do you think good kids are likely to be bullied?That’s the raison d’être for Apocalypse It’s like someone calling in the Cosmic Cops God blows the whistle that ends the gameWhether it’s an earthly one or a fictional type as here apocalypse is the only possible eschatological answer to evil that has grown out of all proportionSo here Chesterton is faced with that same type of crime one calling for a Deus ex MachinaModern times which were really only beginning when he wrote this had already blurred the lines between good and evil So what does he do? He confuses us even Pure poetic licenseThat was one of his own favourite stock in trades blurring the lines between extremes and absolutes You no longer know which side is UpHe creates such weird and wonderful barouely crowded phantasmagorical stories all a delightful PARODY of our crazy timesAnd that’s why the stunning apocalyptic conclusion of this novel WORKS It is as fantastic as every changing mood every twist every bizarre character in this wonderful storyAnd what is he telling us?That the only result of mass widespread confusion and anarchy can be Apocalypse But that can be a peaceful reassuring mini Apocalypse As it is here For in the end ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELLSuddenly everything ‘dulce et decorum est’ The world returns to its EdenIt is no wonder that Chesterton called this yarn a nightmare but it’s a nightmare that's loads of fun and you know why?It’s all every last bit of it JUST a DREAM


  3. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    They say that LSD was first synthesisterised in 1938 so it couldn't be that But opium was imbibed in British society as we know from Thomas de uincy up to Sherlock Holmes so I'm going with opiumThis strange novel is a phantasmagoria which begins as a surrealistic spoof of Boy's Own detective adventures in which our hero infiltrates the central council of the evil anarchists who are bent on destroying human society Gathering absurd elements elephant chases through central London medieval dance raves it ends up as some kind of incoherent religious parable The only sense I could make of it was that the message is Hindu all of the world is divine all of the world is God all of the world is God dancing joyously with herself That's about it if anyone can nail it down than that I'm all earsAs I read this two things struck me aside from thinking GK Chesterton's cocoa had been spiked with acid I thought of an Arthur Penn movie from 1966 called The Chase which begins conventionally and gets weirder and wilder as it progresses must see that one again And I thought that I've never come across so many beards in a single novel maybe GK was a male facial hair fetishist every character and they're ALL men has their beard or lack of beard carefully noted so many beards there are that each time I opened my copy I thought I heard sociologists singing folk songsIn one word bonkers


  4. Lyn Lyn says:

    What?What the hell did I just read?Anarchists and poets That part was deliciously rebelliously fun to read No doubt this is a novel idea and Chesterton’s imagination is superb The first 30 40 pages were awesome and I thought this could be my next 5 star rating As I began to read this book enthralled; I found myself smiling freuently laughing often and being thoroughly impressedThen I found myself lost in an absurdist magical realism murky realm of steam punk whatthehell???And then the ending a steaming hot cup of damnedifIknowwhatthehellhewasgettingatsomekindofChristianallegoryChesterton’s mastery of the English language his rare skill at irony and his insidious ability to turn a phrase are on shining display in this 1908 publication There are likely English professors out there who will say this was the best thing since macaroni and cheeseBut not me


  5. Dan Schwent Dan Schwent says:

    The Man Who Was Thursday reads like PG Wodehouse writing from a Phillip K Dick plot while on a Nyuil bender It begins with two poets arguing in the park about whether poetry is akin to law or anarchy It turns out that the poet espousing anarchy is actually a member of an anarchist soceity and takes Syme the other poet to their meeting place to prove it after a vow of secrecy Syme is actually a member of an anti anarchy branch of Scotland Yard and usurps Gregory's spot as the new Thursday in the CouncilGabriel Symes tells the story of his own recruitment into Scotland Yard by a philosopher policeman and goes on to infiltrate the Council of Days each one taking the name of a day of the weekNone of the Council members are what they seemed at first glance About halfway through I was convinced none of them were actually anarchistsI'm a little torn between whether I like this better than The Napoleon of Notting Hill They probably really shouldn't be compared since they're different kinds of books


  6. Leonard Gaya Leonard Gaya says:

    Possibly the shortest way to describe Chesterton’s famous novel is to say that it is Alice's Adventures in Wonderland for grownups The story of Gabriel Syme is just as bizarre as that of little Alice It also echoes in many ways with the oppressing nightmares of Kafka and DostoyevskyStill The Man Who Was Thursday starts like a rather typical detective novel The protagonist comes in contact with a small group of anarchistsnihilists in a London basement who to all appearances are planning an attack against the tsar of Russia and the French président Syme manages to get enrolled as one of the group but we soon find out that he is in fact an undercover policeman with a mission to stop the anarchists This revelation is just the beginning of a series of “curiouser and curiouser” turn of events coming thicker and faster that will send Syme’s and thereby the reader’s head spinning into utter bewilderment and paranoia “Syme had for a flash the sensation that the cosmos had turned exactly upside down that all trees were growing downwards and that all stars were under his feet” The end of the novel strings together a carnivalesue chase around London on elephant back and hot air balloon and a final revelation of Dantesue proportionsChesterton was able to capture with his wonderfully chiselled prose the atmosphere of London and the zeitgeist in Europe at the turn of the 20th century communists nationalists and anarchists on the rise and the menace of a significant terrorist attack — indeed a couple of years after the publication of this novel the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand tipped the world over into warHe also managed to turn a spy mystery into an utterly dizzying reflection on religious symbolism mysticism and the nature of reality This way of depicting ordinary existence and then twisting and wringing it out in ways that make it almost unrecognisable but somehow express something hidden within it undoubtedly inspired the surrealist movement And later on uite a few American authors as well like Philip K Dick Kurt Vonnegut William Burroughs or Thomas Pynchon even Neil Gaiman Not forgetting some Latin American magic realist writers primarily Jorge Luis Borges


  7. Jeff Jeff says:

    A sure fire cure for writer’s blockNow my opium toking friend you are on the road to writing a classic time tested piece of literature that’ll influence writers for decades to comeIt’s difficult to give any sort of concrete plot synopsis without major spoilers but Gabriel Syme a police detective recruited by odd means into an anti terrorist suad infiltrates a band of seven anarchists all named after the days of the week Sunday is the leader; Mr Syme is now ThursdayWacky surreal nihilistic hijinks ensueLike many books written around this time The Great Scout and Cathouse Thursday Still with me Goodreader? attempts to take on a slice of the times in this case anarchism Chesterton also throws in an occasional religious epiphany and a WTF I don’t remember this from Sunday School endingDespite some mind bending elements this is a nice tongue in cheek adventure loaded with wit and uotable passages – the chapter where the protagonists are pursued by a mob is especially memorable Reading it reminded me of a decent episode of the AvengersThis was a buddy read with the Pantsless opium smoking den of non crunchy anarchistsFile this one under wacky literary classics that don’t suck but will leave you scratching your head


  8. Jeffrey Keeten Jeffrey Keeten says:

    ”A man’s brain is a bomb” he cried out loosening suddenly his strange passion and striking his own skull with violence “My brain feels like a bomb night and day It must expand It must expand A man’s brain must expand if it breaks up the universe” Gabriel Syme attends a dinner party of his friend the poet Lucian Gregory He is there under a pretense of friendship but his true intention is to find out if his friend can be his entry into joining a group of anarchists You see Gabriel Syme ”was not merely a detective who pretended to be a poet; he was really a poet who had become a detective” There might be some assumptions that the best way to infiltrate an anarchy group is by hanging out in dive bars brothels and dens of ineuity my favorite where the disgruntled unwashed masses would gather but Syme is much suited to mingling with the intellectual set These men of high ideals might see anarchy in a romantic light and prove to be as dangerous in their naivete as the man scarred by life looking to get even with a government for ill treatment or with a society who chose to ignore him ”The ordinary detective goes to pot houses to arrest thieves; we go to artistic tea parties to detect pessimistsThe ordinary detective discovers from a ledger or a diary that a crime has been committed We discover from a book of sonnets that a crime will be committed We have to trace the origin of those dreadful thoughts that drive men on at last to intellectual fanaticism and intellectual crime”Syme purposely pushes his friend Traps him really into feeling a need to prove to Syme that he is a true anarchist and not just a man of radical thought incapable of deed Syme tries to reassure Gregory’s pretty sister that all will be fine She feels her brother may have said too much ”Now sometimes a man like your brother really finds a thing he does mean It may be only a half truth uarter truth tenth truth; but then he says than he means from sheer force of meaning it”I’d like to know how many times I’ve said something that sounds clever but logically is full of holes Someone pops off with some dismissive comment and the next thing I know I’m scrambling to defend a thought that was barely a concept to begin with I’m bailing water out of the boat and trying to patch the bottom at the same time but I’m too stubborn to just let it go because I know the seed of the idea was something worth defending So we do wonder if Gregory has any real idea of what true anarchy is or is he just a bored poet who finds the whole idea of belonging to a bomb throwing organization exciting In other words is he a true believer or an annoying bombastic romantic moron?For the purposes of our hero Syme it may not matter The young man turns out to have a legitimate connection to a group of anarchists who each go by a name of the week Gregory is intent on becoming Thursday but Syme convinces the group to add him to their network instead of his friend He deftly gets what he wants and at the same time puts his friend out of harm's way Syme is a ”rebel against rebellion” which is really if truth be known what I am as well I don’t want the general social order to be disrupted Usually the people who die when a bomb is exploded are just normal hardworking people who are picking up food for dinner or dancing with some friends or going to work Their deaths are meaningless except for the fact that their death provides a number that will have terrorists giving each other high fives and politicians wringing their hands So I’m against anarchy because all it does is destabilize society in an attempt to replace a government with a new government that would uickly resemble the old government Besides bombs gunfire rape murder and all that screaming tends to disrupt my reading timeG K Chesterton was a serious man passionately interested in the occult theology and philosophy Usually when I see those three branches of study all attached to the same individual I think to myself that this was a person uesting to understand the mysteries of life The interesting thing about this book is you can read it on a multitude of levels and still enjoy the book You can see it as a metaphysical thriller or as sarcastic political intrigue or as commentary on a society searching for god in all the wrong places The power in the anarchist group rests with the man Sunday who intimidates the rest of the members He is a large man or does he just seem to expand when he needs to make a point His eyes are blue blue as the sky His hair is snow white like the peaks of the highest mountains As the plot turns fantastical he takes on a supernatural aspect that leaves this reader wondering if he was the god or a god or just a man touched by god Of course it all becomes comical as one after the other the members of this anarchist society turn out to be someone other than what they pretended to be I mentioned philosophy; how about this for something to ponder? “‘Listen to me’ cried Syme with extraordinary emphasis’Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world We see everything from behind and it looks brutal That is not a tree but the back of a tree That is not a cloud but the back of a cloud Cannot you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get round in front’”There is also intrigue Syme is finally relaxing in the belief that he has lost a man who has been tailing him all over the city ”When he had been seated for about half a minute he heard behind him a sort of heavy asthmatic breathing Turning sharply he saw rising gradually higher and higher up the omnibus steps a top hat soiled and dripping with snow and under the shadow of its brim the short sighted face and shaking shoulders of Professor de Worms” Chesterton was a large man standing 6’4” and weighing 286 poundsThere is no doubt in my mind that G K Chesterton was brilliant uite possibly a renaissance man in his desire to understand everything His prose is at times exuisitely glistening with honey dipped poetry The book can be confusing with twists and turns made difficult with an overlay of nightmarish fantasy I wish I’d been able to read it in one sitting so I could keep the reins of the many divergent thoughts firmly held in my hands like a team of prancing Lipizzan horses This is a fascinating book that deserves to be read than once and without a doubt I’d be closer to understanding exactly what Chesterton was intending the times I read it My copy of the book will be slid back on the shelf very gently in case there are any bold ideas or a stray piece of dynamite that could roll out on the floor at my feet Both are eually dangerous and I’m simply not as fast on my feet as I used to be If you wish to see of my most recent book and movie reviews visit also have a Facebook blogger page at


  9. Praj Praj says:

    ‘Humanity crushed once again’ ‘50 dead 120 injured’ ‘Grave face of terror strikes again’ Familiar headlines scream through the pages of the newspapers each time a bomb goes off annihilating blameless lives Through teeth gritting resilience public outcry resonates through the deafened ears of failed intelligence and faith in the state’s law and order hangs by a thin string As the weeks pass by rapid sketches of the alleged bombers email links forensic reports collected evidence from the attacked ground and pictures of rehabilitating victims are splashed across the dailies If by any chance the investigation comes through anonymous visages covered with black rags are photographed outside the courtroom readied for trial procedures which may go on for months maybe even years As the days go by life returns to normalcy yes It is a tricky word; everything is forgotten and the news fade until once again “humanity is crushed” by another dastardly attack The analytical carnival starts once again This is the time I dearly wish we had ‘philosophical policemen’ just like Chesterton describes in his book Policemen officers of law who would discover the book of sonnets and verses from where the crimes will be committed; those that recognize the intricate web of intellectual crimes The derivation of dreadful thoughts the human mind so malicious and calculating camouflaged within an affluent composed and erudite exterior It is that very egocentric brainpower which churns out sadistic alterations from harmless verses and then picks vulnerable actors to craft that design into realism “Evil philosopher is not trying to alter things but to annihilate them” This book is than a mere plot of undercover detectives and their clandestine exploration of the Secret anarchist Councilmen Chesterton pens that a small time criminal is of a good person His aim is to eradicated only a certain obstacle and not annihilate the edifice What caught my eye in one of the chapters was the elucidation of stereotyping poverty to rebellious festering “You’ve got that eternal idiotic ides that if anarchy came it would come from the poor Why should it? The poor been rebels but they have never been anarchists; they have interest than anyone else in there being some decent government The poor man really has a stake in the country The rich man hasn’t; he can go away to New Guinea in a yacht The poor have sometimes objected to being governed badly; the rich have always objected to being governed at all Aristocrats are always anarchists; as you can see from the baron’s wars”When a bomber or an active terrorist is caught he mostly turns out to be from an impoverished background where his ravenous mind and mislaid faith is manipulated to find refuge in an illusionary godly abode These are mere actors for crying out loud chosen by the scheming selfish elements who are coward enough to remain behind the backstage curtains The affluent as elucidated in this narration are the ones to be feared They have an abundance of monetary resources have sheltering capacity in far away lands if need be and have a mind that concocts the unexpected Where do you think the enormous funds come for fertilizing terror? I do not want elucidate detailed reports of various pathways of monetary funds wired to definite cults or “charitable” institutions that ultimately fund the immoral actions But the currency sure is not a beuest from the poor or some excise complements from our paychecks The respective courtesy comes from those societal fundamentals that remain unscathed or unfazed by decree Who do you suppose manages the advanced scientific technologies in various bombing devices? The knowledgeable elite isn’t it? The erudite or should I say the crème de la crème of religious preachers who instead of spreading peace and euality manipulates vulnerable populace digging their raw wounds every time through words that revolt in their bleeding wounds? I could go on and on as it angers me to see such naivety among the elements of law and order or purposefully turning a blind eye on the so called modernists who may be responsible in concocting the ongoing mayhem of lawlessness Why couldn’t there be some ‘philosophical policemen’ here in India or any place that incessantly plays the role of a powerless victim?Chapter 4 The Tale of the Detective is the deciding chapter that outlines infinitesimal details of who Gabriel Syme really is Syme sneaks his way into a clandestine council of seven men each named after a day of the week Syme becomes the inevitable Thursday though a pact he made with Lucian Gregory a poet and a true anarchist Fear catches with Syme as his path deepens into the sinister world of the other six council men; the President being the most feared of all Chesterton throws a light on various aspects of fear that thrives within and outside us We rebel against the only side that corrupts us What makes a mutineer and destroy the very notion of survival? We try and run from fear and pain until one eventually catches up and makes us susceptible to uncouth rudiments that shelter our mental nakedness It is the most treacherous survival if every time we need proof of familiarity to feel safe When fear caught up with Syme suffocating his senses he would feel protected only if a blue card a source of identification given to every policemen in England was shown to him How vulnerable was Syme to live in a world of treachery and deceit? Makes me think of all the trepidation we feel every time we walk outside our homes or travel; the security checks the sense of familiarity that we seek in bloodcurdling situations the proof of safety that we search or reveal; spins a web of utter vulnerability that looms within the safest corners of our thoughts The Man Who Was Thursday is a treasure that needs to be dug up by reading between the lines of a puzzling narrative to know what Chesterton is really saying “Revolt in its abstract can be revolting It is like vomiting” Lastly if everything leads to God and when nature if dissected reveals the face of God then should I assume that evil is illusionary? Is malevolence the creation of couple menacing minds? If God means endurance then why is such mutinous extermination carried in God’s name after all?


  10. Manny Manny says:

    Mr Syme? Yes sir You wished to make your report in person Yes sir Not in writing This is most irregular Yes sir I had expected that I would be talking to The person to whom you are referring no longer works for our organisation Yes sir May I ask No you may not Yes sir Well? Ah yes sir Ah I understand very well that my account may seem a little ah unusual but you must take into account that the Czar is still with us and has not been The Czar? Yes sir He hasn't been exploded At least to the best of my knowledge And why pray would the Czar have been exploded? Ah I'm sorry sir I had expected that your ah your predecessor would have I have received no communication whatsoever from the person in uestion The whole matter is irregular in the extreme and I am very far from happy with it Very far indeed do you understand? Yes sir Well what's this about the Czar? There was a plot on his life sir A gang of anarchists A desperate gang I was tasked with infiltrating them And did you succeed? Yes sir I did Well that's something And who may I ask were these desperate men? Foreigners? Not exactly sir Radicals? Ah not that either sir With one exception they all turned out to be members of the metropolitan police force You infiltrated an organisation composed entirely of your own colleagues? With one exception? Yes sir And who was the dangerous exception that you and your colleagues so diligently neutralised? Ah I'm not sure but I think it was God sir God? But He escaped on an elephant An elephant? We almost caught Him sir But then He hijacked a balloon A balloon? Yes sir I know it sounds a little far fetched sir But as you can see the Czar is alive and well Mr Syme have you been drinking? No sir Well perhaps a bottle or two of Burgundy And some Saumur Have you done anything else that may have put you in this shall we say unusual state? I stayed up rather late last night reading poetry sir The Divine Comedy By Signor Dante It's jolly good stuff Sir Mr Syme we are both detectives We examine the forensic evidence We use logic and we make deductions Yes sir Do you consider it possible I repeat possible that you dreamed all this? Ah in fact sir Yes or no Ah yes sir I can't rule out the possibility that the whole thing was a nightmare induced by reading Dante after a few bottles of good wine But Thank you Mr Syme that will be all for now But sir I said that will be all Dismissed


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