"And Right and Left," said Syme with a simple eagerness, "I hope you will abolish them too. They are much more troublesome to me."
The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare is a metaphysical thriller by famed author G. K. Chesterton, and stands alongside his Father Brown stories as his most famous work.The story concerns special detective Gabriel Syme, a member of a secret police force dedicated to fighting the forces of Anarchy, who encounters a self-professed anarchist poet by the name of Lucian Gregory. After a spirited debate on the subject of Order Versus Chaos, Gregory invites Syme to a secret meeting of the anarchist force to which he belongs. There, Syme manages to get himself elected as the new Thursday on the anarchists' supreme council, the Council of Days, where each member is named for a different day of the week, in order to penetrate the anarchist organization and bring it down. The council is led by the terrifyingly cheerful and enigmatic figure of Sunday, and what follows is Syme's attempt to stay sane in the face of what seems to be true evil, and to answer the maddening question: "Who is Sunday?"The book deals with the conflict of Order and Chaos, and serves to deconstruct the concept of the Bomb Throwing Anarchist (which was popular at the time) in favour of dealing with philosophical anarchism, that Chesterton felt to be actual nihilism that seeks to abolish not just government and authority, but the very concepts of good, evil, and God. It contains elements of the spy novel, Mystery Fiction, satire, Magical Realism, humour, and horror, and has also had a rather eclectic variety of fans in the literary world, including Michael Collins, Jorge Luis Borges, and Franz Kafka.You can read it online here.
Badass Boast: Sunday gives one before revealing he is the man in the dark room.
Beauty Equals Goodness: Good characters look wholesome, evil characters look creepy in some way—and seeing what a character really looks like is enough to convince the other characters what side he's really on.
But many characters are wearing some form of disguise. The beauty that marks their goodness is subsurface.
Bizarrchitecture: Saffron Park (based on the real Bedford Park), as well as the homes of Monday and Sunday.
Blue Blood: A recurring theme of the novel is that the working/lower class, even criminals, will never be swayed into philosophical anarchy, only the rich/upper class and intellectuals. It appears to be subverted in a big way later in the novel, but is actually played straight.
Day of the Week Name: Naturally. Though in a slight aversion, the weekday names are actually code names (with the possible exception of Sunday) for the seven leaders of an anarchist organization. In another aversion, they turn out to be based on the days of the Creation week, slightly adjusted.
Deadpan Snarker: Syme and Wednesday/ Rickert especially, though all the characters have their moments.
Dress-Coded for Your Convenience: At the climax of the story, each Council member is dressed in clothes featuring a motif based on what was created on his respective day in Genesis: Monday has a single white stripe for the light created on the first day; Tuesday, blue parted robes; Wednesday, a tree/green motif; Thursday, the sun and moon; Friday, fish and birds, and Saturday, beasts and a man. In addition, Sunday is in all white robes, and Gregory in all black.
Sunday encourages the members of his organization to dress the part of the stereotypical morning-coated, top hat-wearing gentleman, an aversion of the stereotypical caricature of the Bomb Throwing Anarchist. However:
This is subverted by Tuesday, who normally does dress as the caricature and is uncomfortable in gentleman's clothes, and doubly subverted when that costume is revealed to be itself an assumed role.
More profoundly, it is subverted by the explicit statement that the real anarchists are the rich aristocrats, the sort of men who do wear top hats and evening dress.
Subverted again late in the novel, during the chapter "The Earth In Anarchy".
And again when it's revealed that nobody was actually an anarchist, but were only trying to nab the people who they thought were anarchists - who also weren't anarchists.
God: No, Sunday is not He, though it was a popular interpretation. Chesterton Jossed this view by Word of God in the aforementioned Fan Dumb article.
Further Word of God on the subject, from two different articles:
"...I think you can take him to stand for Nature as distinguished from God. Huge, boisterous, full of vitality, dancing with a hundred legs, bright with the glare of the sun, and at first sight, somewhat regardless of us and our desires."
"But you will note that I hold that when the mask of Nature is lifted you find God behind."
Good Colors, Evil Colors: A character with red hair is almost always Good in Chesterton. Less frequently, Blond Guys Are Evil, especially if the blondness looks somehow artificial gilded. However, this novel subverts this with the honourable protagonist Syme (who is blond) and the antagonist(?) Gregory (maybe), who is red-haired.
On the other hand, his sister, also red-haired, is unambiguously good — and probably a tribute to Chesterton's own wife, Frances.
Meaningful Name: Rosamond, whose name is derived from the Latin rosa mundi, or "Rose of the World," one of the many, many titles given to Jesus. Also, the titles for the members of the Council of Days.
Mind Screw: The story gets progressively Screwier as it goes on, and the ending takes the cake.
Misery Poker: Between Syme and Sunday at the end. Sunday wins.
Before that, one between Syme and Gregory, which Syme wins.
Sinister Shades: Bull wears a pair of smoked spectacles that obscure his eyes to uncanny effect. Without them, his friendly eyes give him away as an agent of law and order, rather than anarchy.
Sour Supporter: The Professor thinks that the task before them is impossible, but still will work on it.
Wall of Weapons: The corridor leading to the assembly room in the underground anarchist HQ at the beginning of the book is covered with various pistols, rifles, and other weapons. The assembly room proper is lined with bombs.
The War on Straw: Gregory's explanation of his own failed attempts to go undercover:
"The history of the thing might amuse you," he said. "When first I became one of the New Anarchists I tried all kinds of respectable disguises. I dressed up as a bishop. I read up all about bishops in our anarchist pamphlets, in Superstition the Vampire and Priests of Prey. I certainly understood from them that bishops are strange and terrible old men keeping a cruel secret from mankind. I was misinformed. When on my first appearing in episcopal gaiters in a drawing-room I cried out in a voice of thunder, 'Down! down! presumptuous human reason!' they found out in some way that I was not a bishop at all. I was nabbed at once. Then I made up as a millionaire; but I defended Capital with so much intelligence that a fool could see that I was quite poor. Then I tried being a major. Now I am a humanitarian myself, but I have, I hope, enough intellectual breadth to understand the position of those who, like Nietzsche, admire violence — the proud, mad war of Nature and all that, you know. I threw myself into the major. I drew my sword and waved it constantly. I called out 'Blood!' abstractedly, like a man calling for wine. I often said, 'Let the weak perish; it is the Law.' Well, well, it seems majors don't do this. I was nabbed again."
Warrior Poet: Syme is a poet, and, judging by his performance in his duel with the Marquis, something of a warrior.
Witch Hunt: A form of it is seen later in the novel when the now-revealed-as-policemen Council members are pursued across the countryside by a mob of townspeople and men they thought were allies, led by the Secretary/Monday (who is also a policeman), who are under the mistaken impression that they are the anarchists. It gets cleared up by the end of the chapter, though.
Word Salad Horror: Sunday leaves behind inexplicable messages to the members of the council — messages that only make sense to the individuals for whom they are meant, thanks to the incredibly private information Sunday would have needed to know, and that frighten and enrage them for the same reason.
"The word, I fancy, should be 'pink'." "What about Martin Tupper now?" "Fly at once. The truth about your trouser-stretchers is known. —A FRIEND."