Charles of the Desert
A Life in Verse
By (author) William Woolfitt
- ISBN: 9781612617640
- Trim size: 5.5 x 8.5 x 0.25 inches
- Weight: 3 ounces.
- Pages: 112
- Publication Date: 09 Feb 2016
- Product ID: 7640
- Format: Paperback
"Each year I read more books than I can possibly review — here are 5 of the finest and most memorable of that bunch. They are worth your money, your time, and your attention.
A book of poems that fictionalizes the life of Trappist monk Charles de Foucauld. Beautiful verse, full of pieces like “The Pangs of Wanting:” “I deliver my body to the church, / though I cannot imagine what penance might relieve / these pangs of wanting.” Later: “I take first communion…My tongue licks up the bread: a whisper / of paper on my teeth…His torn body in my stomach, / his blood in my spit, I almost vomit; I almost sing.” More collections about God like this one would be very welcomed."—Nick Ripatrazone, The Millions
Born in 1858 to a family of French aristocrats, Charles was torn between his ambition to do great things and his desire for the hidden life, between public service and private prayer. Charles of the Desert uses elements of fiction and poetry to follow him to Morocco, Syria, Israel, and Algeria, as he becomes a cavalry officer, explorer, geographer, pilgrim, Trappist monk, priest, abolitionist, translator, folklorist, hermit, fort-builder, and martyr. Throughout these travels and transformations, Charles searched for a vocation that would reflect his convictions and his experience of God. In his last fifteen years, he settled in a remote part of the Sahara, and focused on self-denial, contemplation, and charity. He claimed the nomadic Tuareg as his brothers, the desert as his earthly home.
“Woolfitt’s ‘pilgrim’s progress’ [offers] an achingly lovely canticle to God’s presence as it is both revealed and concealed in the harsh natural world of the North African desert. Richly detailed, lovingly imagined, and exactingly thought through, [it] is a compelling work of art.” —Andrew Hudgins, author of A Clown at Midnight and Ecstatic in the Poison
“These poems—lush, accomplished lyrics gathered by a delicate narrative thread—present a profound and savory confusion. Spoken in the voice of the book’s titular persona, Charles de Foucauld, the poems derive their particular life by the poet’s having ‘made a version of Charles in [his] own image.’ Albeit fictive, they present genuine exultation, vertiginous truth.” —Scott Cairns, author of Slow Pilgrim: The Collected Poems
“The Christian hermit and martyr Charles of the Desert (1858-1916) is a complex, puzzling character. William Kelley Woolfitt’s new book of poems Charles of the Desert develops a full portrait of this mystifying cleric from childhood in 1863 to his last day in Algeria’s Hoggar Mountains. The poems, written in first person, proceed on a timeline, zigzagging geographically from France to the Holy Land to Algeria.
For over a decade, Père Charles lived a stringent life in the Sahara, a life that would kill most of us. He lived and worked among the Tuaregs, who saw him at best as an eccentric, at worst as an enemy. In 1916, he was assassinated by rebels attempting to rob and kidnap him. He left to the world a four-volume dictionary of the Tuareg language, a new order—the Little Brothers and Little Sisters of Jesus—and a public fascination for his austere life among the Muslims, whom he hadn’t been able to convert.
How hard his life must have been. Yet by some firsthand accounts, he was ‘luminous,’ ‘peaceful,’ and ‘pure.’
Woolfitt’s formal poems are intriguing for the ways they develop Charles and those around him...[and] are marked by a physicality of diction, the blunt words juddering next to the softer expressions.
The poems also unveil the many iterations of Charles, as he searches for an authentic identity: Charles the profligate, the soldier, the injured child, the peasant. We also encounter Charles the escapee, the refugee, and the wanderer, before he finally becomes the devoted priest.
Woolfitt’s collection evokes our holy connection to the astonishing and sometimes terrifying forces around us and beyond us.” —Rebecca A. Spears, Image Journal