This is the autobiography as spiritual detective story. Chesterton makes this analogy himself. It consists of a series of clues from his childhood onwards, slowly building the picture of how he became an orthodox Catholic Christian.
As in his book `Orthodoxy,' the enchantments and wonders of childhood give the first clues as to how we, as creation, should still be filled with wonder and enhancement for the rest of creation, and praise and awe for the Creator. A figure in a toy theatre holding a golden key becomes in the final chapter the `God with the Golden Key.'
The journey from childhood is told with honesty and humility. Like most of us, Chesterton forges his identity through the trials and arenas of life, such as school, apprenticeship as a journalist, marriage, and so on. Like most of us, God is at times far from the centre of his conscious life, but different threads draw him gently on to irresistible conclusions. There are blind alleys and false starts on the way, as with most of us. Chesterton describes a spiritual `morbidity' and how he initially reacted and engaged with some of the `heresies' (expounded further in his works `Heretics' and `Orthodoxy') of his day. He describes witty engagements with some of his peers, such as GB Shaw and HG Wells, and marks out their fundamental and often irreconcilable differences. Chesterton is never less than generous to these opponents, though, emphasising what is good and admirable about their work, but not downplaying what he sees as their catastrophic errors of thought.
The book also fascinates as social history: his recollections of his childhood family life, how his family viewed and lived out their `middle-class' existence and how Chesterton views the fundamental differences between his world and that of the Victorians, not always to the credit of his contemporary existence. His view of the Boer war and his recollections of the reactions of those around him, as with the outbreak of the First World War, give some wonderful writing on what he sees as just war, that is, real patriotism of fighting for cherished values versus false `Jingoism' based on defending aggressive colonial expansion and false perceptions of racial superiority.
If the book ever lost me, it was in Chesterton's accounts some of his later social and political engagements, which I think rely on a lot of contemporary knowledge which has been lost. Imagine watching a topical satirical show five decades from now and you'll get a measure of what I mean.
And, Chesterton can be an exhausting writer, as he fires off witty conceits, argument and reflection together with the speed of a Gatling gun.
But, taken as whole, this book is an enthralling tapestry. It is a book to savour, study, reflect on and return to.