Reading “The Innocence of Father Brown” #4
I recently finished The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton. It was quite good, and I have a lot to say about it some other time, but it made me think of something I feel is often misunderstood: being clever is badly represented by being able to undo what someone else has constructed to be hard to backwards engineer.
This is the reason I find myself often disliking mystery novels. There is nothing I admire more than real life detective work, whatever subject it might be approaching: the art of tracking down signals, manmade or otherwise, is the operationalization of curiosity, and I love it. But the mysteries presented in fiction often come down to:
(1) the author thought of a funny situation that they think could be presented as appearing to be one thing, while really being another
(2) they attempt to introduce the situation incrementally to support the superficial view of the scenario, while creating hints that will make it clear what the real situation was in retrospect once the reader has full knowledge
(3) they fill out anything that feels thin after this process is done
This tends to miss the two things that are corner stones of cleverness:
(a) the ability to look for signals that weren’t intended. authors can try to encode this, but they usually suck at backwards engineering the reality of the situation.
(b) it tends to miss the fact that what’s so interesting about being clever in real life, is that there’s no “one thing” to realize. it’s all kind of a murky, diffuse mess and the cleverness is in finding a solid thread where everything is mostly malleable.
G. K. Chesterton, despite his other merits, seems to not realize this at all, and it makes me doubt how much he really has to say about society that I can believe.