Umbrellas, Priests, and Murderers: A Four-Star Romp Through Chesterton’s Curious Confessional

Let’s set the stage: it’s 1911, you’re wearing a tweed overcoat two sizes too big, and the man solving murders with pastoral charm is not a Scotland Yard inspector or a cocaine-fueled violinist, but a short, round-faced priest wielding an umbrella and the psychological insight of a seasoned shrink. The Innocence of Father Brown is the literary equivalent of inviting Sherlock Holmes to afternoon…