The Trees Of Pride: “To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.”
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The Trees of Pride is another bestselling novella by the G.K. Chesterton. It is basically a four-chapter mystery story with the usual overtones Chesterton often adorns his stories with, overtones related to the belief in paranormal phenomena and in metaphysics. The victim of Chesterton’s satire and sarcasm this time is a noble man from Cornwall named Squire Vane. Vane is a too rationalist man who rejects all form of belief in the supernatural. He strongly dismisses the superstitions becoming more and more popular in the village and which hover around a number of exotic trees that his ancestors brought from Africa. The legend goes that such trees are malignant and are responsible for the spread of disease and malevolence in the village. When Squire Vane is once provoked by the comments of his friends on the subject of the trees, he challenges them by deciding to go to see the trees by night in order to prove all superstitions wrong. However, his act only succeeds in reinforcing the villagers’ suspicions when he mysteriously disappears that very night. By refusing to provide any rational explanation of the squire’s disappearance, the author of The Trees of Pride obviously warns his readers of the Christian sin of pride.
G.K. Chesterton
G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936) was an English writer, philosopher and critic known for his creative wordplay. Born in London, Chesterton attended St. Paul’s School before enrolling in the Slade School of Fine Art at University College. His professional writing career began as a freelance critic where he focused on art and literature. He then ventured into fiction with his novels The Napoleon of Notting Hill and The Man Who Was Thursday as well as a series of stories featuring Father Brown.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5If you've read a lot of Chesterton's mysteries, you see many of the twists of this one coming. Upon the first meeting of the poet and the nobleman's daughter, you can guess how that's going to turn out- it's a favorite Chesterton trope. Likewise with the eventual resolution, which I'll admit I didn't have pegged down exactly, but with Chesterton you know that there's going to be something that reveals the story as not exactly how you assumed it to be. I really should have guessed the solution given that one of Chesterton's favorite drums to beat (which I find incredibly annoying) is the wisdom of the superstitions of the poor and the foolishness of the nobility for not paying those superstitions more heed. In both essays and stories alike Chesterton asserts that the educated world doesn't believe in things like ghosts because the common person does, and because the common person does the rest reject it out of hand. This never struck me as true- people of all classes believe such things, since money can't buy an understanding of the scientific method.
Anyway, back to the story, it didn't have many memorable lines like I'm used to for Chesterton, as there wasn't any character energetic enough and Chesterton-esque enough to deliver them. In some ways this was one of the most straight-forward mysteries I've ever read by Chesterton, with the main characters questioning suspects and gathering clues and analyzing the evidence. Unfortunately, the boilerplate mystery elements aren't what I go to Chesterton for. There wasn't the joy and happiness that usually characterizes many of Chesterton's stories, even those stories that are murder mysteries. In the end, therefore, I found this story serviceable, but it's not as good as the best Chesterton mysteries- Father Brown mysteries and The Club of Queer Trades both outshine this story in a myriad of ways. Still, I'd take mediocre Chesterton over the best works of most other authors any day of the week.
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The Trees Of Pride - G.K. Chesterton
The Trees of Pride by G.K. Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton was born in Campden Hill, Kensington on May 29th 1874.
Originally after attending St Pauls School he went to Slade to learn the art of illustration. In 1896 he joined a small London publisher and began his journalistic career as a freelance art and literary critic and going on to writing weekly columns in the Daily News and the Illustrated London News.
In 1901 he married Frances Blogg, to whom he remained married for the rest of his life.
For many he is known as a very fine novelist and the creator of the Father Brown Detective stories which were much influenced by his own beliefs. A large man – 6’ 4" and 21st in weight he was apt to be forgetful in that delightful way that the British sometimes are – a telegram home to his wife saying he was in one place but where should he actually be…….?
He was prolific in many other areas; he wrote plays, short stories, essays, loved to debate and wrote hundreds of poems. It is on his poems that we concentrate this volume. They range from the virtues and vices of England and the English to his world view and religious beliefs.
GK Chesterton died of congestive heart failure on 14th June, 1936 and is buried in Beaconsfield just outside of London.
Index of Contents
THE TREES OF PRIDE
I - THE TALE OF THE PEACOCK TREES
II - THE WAGER OF SQUIRE VANE
III - THE MYSTERY OF THE WELL
IV - THE CHASE AFTER THE TRUTH
G.K. CHESTERTON – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY
G.K. CHESTERTON – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY
THE TREES OF PRIDE
I - THE TALE OF THE PEACOCK TREES
Squire Vane was an elderly schoolboy of English education and Irish extraction. His English education, at one of the great public schools, had preserved his intellect perfectly and permanently at the stage of boyhood. But his Irish extraction subconsciously upset in him the proper solemnity of an old boy, and sometimes gave him back the brighter outlook of a naughty boy. He had a bodily impatience which played tricks upon him almost against his will, and had already rendered him rather too radiant a failure in civil and diplomatic service. Thus it is true that compromise is the key of British policy, especially as effecting an impartiality among the religions of India; but Vane’s attempt to meet the Moslem halfway by kicking off one boot at the gates of the mosque, was felt not so much to indicate true impartiality as something that could only be called an aggressive indifference. Again, it is true that an English aristocrat can hardly enter fully into the feelings of either party in a quarrel between a Russian Jew and an Orthodox procession carrying relics; but Vane’s idea that the procession might carry the Jew as well, himself a venerable and historic relic, was misunderstood on both sides. In short, he was a man who particularly prided himself on having no nonsense about him; with the result that he was always doing nonsensical things. He seemed to be standing on his head merely to prove that he was hard-headed.
He had just finished a hearty breakfast, in the society of his daughter, at a table under a tree in his garden by the Cornish coast. For, having a glorious circulation, he insisted on as many outdoor meals as possible, though spring had barely touched the woods and warmed the seas round that southern extremity of England. His daughter Barbara, a good-looking girl with heavy red hair and a face as grave as one of the garden statues, still sat almost motionless as a statue when her father rose. A fine tall figure in light clothes, with his white hair and mustache flying backwards rather fiercely from a face that was good-humored enough, for he carried his very wide Panama hat in his hand, he strode across the terraced garden, down some stone steps flanked with old ornamental urns to a more woodland path fringed with little trees, and so down a zigzag road which descended the craggy Cliff to the shore, where he was to meet a guest arriving by boat. A yacht was already in the blue bay, and he could see a boat pulling toward the little paved pier.
And yet in that short walk between the green turf and the yellow sands he was destined to find. his hard-headedness provoked into a not unfamiliar phase which the world was inclined to call hot-headedness. The fact was that the Cornish peasantry, who composed his tenantry and domestic establishment, were far from being people with no nonsense about them. There was, alas! a great deal of nonsense about them; with ghosts, witches, and traditions as old as Merlin, they seemed to surround him with a fairy ring of nonsense. But the magic circle had one center: there was one point in which the curving conversation of the rustics always returned. It was a point that always pricked the Squire to exasperation, and even in this short walk he seemed to strike it everywhere. He paused before descending the steps from the lawn to speak to the gardener about potting some foreign shrubs, and the gardener seemed to be gloomily gratified, in every line of his leathery brown visage, at the chance of indicating that he had formed a low opinion of foreign shrubs.
We wish you’d get rid of what you’ve got here, sir,
he observed, digging doggedly. Nothing’ll grow right with them here.
Shrubs!
said the Squire, laughing. You don’t call the peacock trees shrubs, do you? Fine tall trees—you ought to be proud of them.
Ill weeds grow apace,
observed the gardener. Weeds can grow as houses when somebody plants them.
Then he added:
Him that sowed tares in the Bible, Squire.
Oh, blast your—
began the Squire, and then replaced the more apt and alliterative word Bible
by the general word superstition.
He was himself a robust rationalist, but he went to church to set his tenants an example. Of what, it would have puzzled him to say.
A little way along the lower path by the trees he encountered a woodcutter, one Martin, who was more explicit, having more of a grievance. His daughter was at that time seriously ill with a fever recently common on that coast, and the Squire, who was a kind-hearted gentleman, would normally have made allowances for low spirits and loss of temper. But he came near to losing his own again when the peasant persisted in connecting his tragedy with the traditional monomania about the foreign trees.
If she were well enough I’d move her,
said the woodcutter, as we can’t move them, I suppose. I’d just like to get my chopper into them and feel ‘em come crashing down.
One would think they were dragons,
said Vane.
And that’s about what they look like,
replied Martin. Look at ‘em!
The woodman was naturally a rougher and even wilder figure than the gardener. His face also was brown, and looked like an antique parchment, and it was framed in an outlandish arrangement of raven beard and whiskers, which was really a fashion fifty years ago, but might have been five thousand years old or older. Phoenicians, one felt, trading on those strange shores in the morning of the world, might have combed or curled or braided their blue-black hair into some such quaint patterns. For this patch of population was as much a corner of Cornwall as Cornwall is a corner of England; a tragic and unique race, small and interrelated like a Celtic clan. The clan was older than the Vane family, though that was old as county families go. For in many such parts of England it is the aristocrats who are the latest arrivals. It was the sort of racial type that is supposed to be passing, and perhaps has already passed.
The obnoxious objects stood some hundred yards away from the speaker, who waved toward them with his ax; and there was something suggestive in the comparison. That coast, to begin with, stretching toward the sunset, was itself almost as fantastic as a sunset cloud.