Jew of Malta Book

I prefer Chesterton's non-fiction to his fiction, but this was still fun. His fiction tends to be more scattered that it needs to be, but it was still worthwhile reading. His pithy way of putting things is always present, and the plot/conceit was great. He just needed an editor who 1. understood him; 2. had great moral authority; 3. had strong editorial chops, and 4. who was a lot of fun himself. Alas, Chestertonian editors are as rare as Chestertonian writers.