- Matheson, Richard — I Am Legend (161 pages)
- McCarthy, Cormac — No Country for Old Men (307 pages)
- Dexter, Gary — Why Not Catch 21?: The Stories Behind the Titles (213 pages)
- Ryman, Geoff — 253 (366 pages)
- Wyndham, John — The Day of the Triffids (267 pages)
- Kurkov, Andrey — Death and the Penguin (228 pages)
- Chesterton, G.K. — Orthodoxy (183 pages)
- Gibbs, Christopher H., ed. — The Cambridge Companion to Schubert (334 pages)
- Sendak, Maurice — Where the Wild Things Are (48 pages — though only 1 page will count towards my tally)
- Hurston, Zora Neale — Their Eyes Were Watching God (215 pages)
- Clarke, Arthur C. — Rendezvous With Rama (245 pages)
- Clarke, Arthur C. — The City and the Stars (246 pages)
- Chesterton, G.K. — The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare (205 pages)
Page count: 2766.
I don't often say this about a book, but— This book is stupid!
That's not to say that it isn't well written or at times entertaining and engaging. The story is just so incredibly contrived and incredible. Contemporaries called it naïve, a product of a pre-War optimism, et cetera. I prefer to call a spade a spade. I don't care that Chesterton was supposedly possessed of a great wit and intellect; I'm not going to shrug my shoulders like the rest of the literary world and say that Chesterton's genius must be so great that I can't grasp it. Without explaining why, as it would divulge too many spoilerish details, I'm simply going to say that The Man Who Was Thursday is stupid.
Of course, the story isn't essential. It's merely a filter between the reader and Chesterton's views on "modern" thought (materialism, anarchy, and other schools) and Christian philosophy. I suppose The Man Who Was Thursday was Chesterton's attempt to do what Lewis later did so well in his Space Trilogy, The Great Divorce, and the Narnia tales. Chesterton's ideas are better expressed, though, in Orthodoxy and probably other non-fictional works.