It seems fitting that this slightly threadbare edition of yet another collection of Chesterton's stories, featuring the always wise, always patient Father Brown, comes with a blood-red background in its covers. The face of that fine actor Kenneth More, playing that affable priest and unlikely detective, gazes back at the reader but the colour behind him is indeed red, the hue of both blood and ignoble passions. "The Secret of Father Brown" marks the titular priest' return to his original vocation as a sleuth of errant souls and this means that the eight stories that fill up this volume are indeed more of mysteries of murders, thefts and strange disappearances, all committed out of the most ignoble and even disreputable passions. Most of the stories are truly sinister and even eerie, even as Chesterton enlivens the proceedings lightly, very lightly, with his trademark wit and imagination.
True to its title, however, this collection does reveal to the reader something of the secret of Brown's uncanny grasp of the darkness that lies coiled in the criminal heart or even the deviant mind. The prologue to the stories is set in rural Spain, at night, wherein the English priest, and his French friend Flambeau, once a dreaded criminal himself, try and convince the typically misguided American skeptic who wonders at how can he detect and deduce crime so accurately.
This comes as a remarkable difference from the usually accepted truism about Father Brown that his ability to fathom the depths of evil and vanity come from his being entrusted with people's confessions. With each subsequent collection of stories, Chesterton seemed to be pushing his own boundaries of thoughts, ideas and perceptions and if the last volume that I read this year plunged Father Brown into a series of incredulous incidents and crimes that nevertheless had very prosaic explanations for the same, these stories conform only lightly to the murder mystery genre; the writer's penchant for absurd imagination and Gothic surrealism is enjoyably evident in many of these eight stories where mysticism and metaphysical forces come to play and yet the truth that is revealed glitters like a bejewelled paradox.
To return to the colour red, however, many of these stories unfold against a landscape both nocturnal and macabre, even borrowing the elements of old castles and ruined houses. Chesterton keeps the suspense rattling, in the fashion of Arthur Conan Doyle and Wilkie Collins, doffing his hat at both these legends but also subverting their tropes with his own audacious, bizarre and even sensationally horrifying imagination to keep the readers always on tenterhooks.
A certain measure of Christian or rather Catholic morality is to be expected in Chesterton's fiction and yet always, the wonder is how deftly and dramatically he translates it into his stories, in such entertaining fashion, thus leaving an influence on C.S Lewis and J.R.R Tolkien - not to forget even that great Catholic agnostic novelist Graham Greene. The simple, unpretentious beauty of Chesterton's storytelling is how he pares down his own immense intelligence into a universally appealing sense of morality that makes Father Brown such an endearing hero to root for - a little, black-clad, stumpy figure with his hat and umbrella who represents, not just some Eternal Truth, but also the qualities of dignity, grace, wisdom and boundless empathy.