I also have trouble ignoring the details of Merton’s life. To appreciate Merton, one has to ignore what people are and do versus what they write. When Merton was in college, financed by his father’s estate, he impregnated a young woman, outraged his conservators, who were meting out money to him. They arranged to have her supported, and basically told Merton to leave Britain. He did so, went to Columbia, had a personal crisis and converted. His lover and his child remained in London where they were killed in the London blitz. Why the conservators didn’t get them out of London to the countryside, as so many others managed to do, is a mystery to me. Merton doesn’t appear to have been involved at all with them at this point. Later in WWII his brother was killed, which did deeply affect him.
He eventually became a Trappist ( he had entered during or before the war)-- and a best-selling author. The money went to his monastery. He was ordained, but he became very restless and unhappy with the regimentation and unending ceremonies and prayers, which included long litanies, (which were trimmed substantially after Vat II). He wanted to become a hermit, and flirted with becoming a Carthusian .He became a real thorn in the side of his abbot. Eventually a new abbot was elected who understood him better and arranged for him to become a semi-hermit, but was required to say his office and celebrate Mass–how much of this he actually did I do not know. He became a lot happier. Through all of this he continued to write. He was a brilliant man, mastered several languages, was a scholar, etc.–he was not limited at all in his correspondence or access to documents. He became interested in the events leading up to the dropping of the atomic bombs, wrote on this, and became interested in eastern religions.
Late in his life he was again in the hospital–he suffered from ill-health throughout–and developed a violent crush on a 18 year old nurse. He thought of leaving the order, marrying her, etc. and once again gave his abbot a lot of grief. Eventually he was permitted to travel to the far east, lecture on monasticism, east and west, and was accidentally electrocuted.
His monastery never initiated any efforts towards his being declared ‘venerable’ or any other step towards canonization. He clearly was not a saint. But he had a fine mind, was an excellent writer, and apparently benefited a lot of his readers, both then and now.
I have trouble getting past his destructive sexuality and instability, which indirectly, through his and his conservators’ neglect, led to the death of two people, one his child, and may also have corrupted a young and probably quite bewildered young woman.