Walking to Canterbury: A Modern Journey Through Chaucer's Medieval England

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More than six hundred years ago, the Archbishop of Canterbury was murdered by King Henry II?s knights. Before the Archbishop?s blood dried on the Cathedral floor, the miracles began. The number of pilgrims visiting his shrine in the Middle Ages was so massive that the stone floor wore thin where they knelt to pray. They came seeking healing, penance, or a sign from God. Chaucer?s The Canterbury Tales, one of the greatest, most enduring works of English literature, is a bigger-than-life drama based on the ...

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More than six hundred years ago, the Archbishop of Canterbury was murdered by King Henry II’s knights. Before the Archbishop’s blood dried on the Cathedral floor, the miracles began. The number of pilgrims visiting his shrine in the Middle Ages was so massive that the stone floor wore thin where they knelt to pray. They came seeking healing, penance, or a sign from God. Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, one of the greatest, most enduring works of English literature, is a bigger-than-life drama based on the experience of the medieval pilgrim. Power, politics, friendship, betrayal, martyrdom, miracles, and stories all had a place on the sixty mile path from London to Canterbury, known as the Pilgrim’s Way.

Walking to Canterbury is Jerry Ellis’s moving and fascinating account of his own modern pilgrimage along that famous path. Filled with incredible details about medieval life, Ellis’s tale strikingly juxtaposes the contemporary world he passes through on his long hike with the history that peeks out from behind an ancient stone wall or a church. Carrying everything he needs on his back, Ellis stops at pubs and taverns for food and shelter and trades tales with the truly captivating people he meets along the way, just as the pilgrims from the twelfth century would have done. Embarking on a journey that is spiritual and historical, Ellis reveals the wonders of an ancient trek through modern England toward the ultimate goal: enlightenment.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Ellis, a mystically inclined journalist of English and Cherokee descent, re-creates the Canterbury Tales' central journey on foot in this informative but unsatisfying follow-up to Walking the Trail: One Man's Journey Along the Cherokee Trail of Tears. As in that work, he seeks connections with his ancestry by engaging strangers along the walk, a journalistic method that might seem uniquely unsuited to outlining the English character. Remarkably, though, he connects with a good number of Tales-worthy eccentrics, including a Steve McQueen-loving monk and runaway teenagers who recite Chaucer from memory. Compelling as these characters may be, they never engage the reader; Ellis is satisfied with merely bouncing his own minor revelations off of them. " `Yeah,' I said, `the inner world means something to me as well' " is about where his easily won epiphanies bound along. Happily, he often veers into historical rambles that offer portraits of medieval life. His desire to use every piece of information he's uncovered leads to some leaps (as when a Ronald McDonald statue prompts a mini-essay on the role of jesters), but these are some of the best sections in the book. What is more worth knowing than that French pilgrims carried wax replicas of eyeballs? If only his thoughts about the modern world were equally grounded in fact. His final conclusions-e.g., "instead of taking pilgrimages... we have turned to `miracles' in the form of every pill imaginable"-are as unconvincing as they are trite. Agent, Peter Miller. (On sale Mar. 4) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
This charming and thoughtful book takes the reader on a modern-day pilgrimage as Ellis, who explored his Cherokee heritage in Walking the Trail, examines his English ancestry by walking the same path as Chaucer's fictional travelers. His week-long hike is filled with brief encounters with an array of interesting people, including Scotsmen reminiscing about their World War II experiences, a group of teenagers fascinated by Native American culture, and a woman who asks him to pray for her ill husband at the shrine to Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. He spends a night at the same monastery at which medieval pilgrims stopped and there witnesses the moving consecration of a Carmelite nun. Throughout, Ellis finds the welcome opportunity to interweave sections from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales as well as historical information about various aspects of everyday life during Chaucer's times. Black-and-white illustrations from medieval manuscripts are included. At times, Ellis tries a little too hard to make a connection between his journey and Chaucer's tales, but this is nonetheless an appealing account of one small part of his lifelong spiritual journey. Recommended for public libraries.-Linda M. Kaufmann, Massachusetts Coll. of Liberal Arts Lib., North Adams Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Where 14th-century English pilgrims once trod, an Alabama outdoorsman finds hotels, convenience stores, and plenty of other things that remind him-remarkably-of Chaucer. Ellis has a knack for retracing famous journeys. He's followed the Trail of Tears (Walking the Trail, 1991), ridden the path of the Pony Express (Bareback!, 1993), and shadowed Sherman to the sea (Marching Through Georgia, 1995). His most recent trek appeals to a sense of spirituality, a topic he tackles by linking the modern British landscape to the lives of the pilgrims who once walked to Becket's shrine. The author's trip, like the pilgrims', takes seven days, each organized around a figure from The Canterbury Tales. Like Chaucer, Ellis comes across shopkeepers, gardeners, and religious folk. Some of them resemble characters in the Tales, but others do not, and readers may well feel the connections are weak. One can sympathize with Ellis when he describes the liberation he feels while traveling and how that freedom may translate into spiritual experience, but his asides relating his own hat to that of a pilgrim in the Middle Ages strain credulity, scallop shell or not. (Pilgrims, writes Ellis, wore scallops to display their piousness.) Moreover, it seems a strange oversight that a writer who constantly references his love of the wilderness and his Cherokee ancestry has very little negative to say about the fact that the forests and wolves that were the mainstay of a Chaucerian pilgrimage are now gone, replaced by pavement, towns, and tamed woods. Instead of using the past as a reference point from which to judge the present, Ellis spends a lot of time talking about how oddly and quaintly pilgrims lived. He doesn'tdwell on what's been lost, even when he reaches his destination and finds a tourist trap. Hikers may find it useful. Medieval scholars will scowl. Agent: Peter Miller/PMA Literary and Film Management
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345447067
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/4/2003
  • Edition description: 1ST
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 579,863
  • Product dimensions: 5.53 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.67 (d)

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The year 1170, England: Four knights swung swords at Thomas Becket, kneeling before the Canterbury altar. One hit the stone floor with such force that the iron point broke off. Another cut Becket’s skull in two.

While the knights looted Becket’s home, the monks who had observed the murder mopped up the blood with cloth and prepared the body for the nearby crypt. Under his ecclesiastical robes, they discovered a hair shirt, a true sign of a dedicated monk, which was infested with worms and lice.

Yes, the monks agreed, Becket had the mark of both saint and martyr. Earlier that day he had asked his brethren three different times to flog him to show how he suffered for Jesus, the Holy Savior, and when the knights demanded that he pledge allegiance to the king of England, Henry II, Becket stood by the church: “God’s will be done,” he said, in his dying breath.

Neither Greek nor Shakespearean tragedy surpassed this fate of Becket, for he and Henry II were once best of friends—as entwined as a river to its banks. But when the king made Becket the archbishop of Canterbury, the highest papal post in the land, with the belief that his friend would obey the crown and suppress the power of the church, their friendship burned to ashes. Henry II wondered aloud if no one would rid his kingdom of this problem, and the four knights took his words as orders, mounting for Canterbury to right the wrong with iron.

The very night that Becket was killed, the miracles began. A townsman wiped blood from the cathedral floor and ran home with it to cure his paralyzed wife. In the weeks that followed, twenty more miracles were claimed, as believers began wearing ampoules of “the water of Thomas,” which contained traces of Becket’s blood. The cloth used by the monks to mop up the blood was mixed with water, which was sold for three hundred years following Becket’s death.

Miracles even began to occur in France, Italy, and Germany. Canterbury monks—five had witnessed and recorded the killing—traveled to Rome to tell the pope himself what they had observed. Becket was canonized only three years later.

Henry II, directed by the pope, paid penitence by walking barefoot through Canterbury. Once inside the cathedral, the king knelt before Becket’s resting place and was flogged by more than one hundred monks. He promised to build a monastery in honor of his slain friend and continued to kneel as the townspeople entered the church to behold that even the mighty crown of England could not escape the heavy foot of God.

Three of the knights who killed Becket paid penitence by trekking to the Holy Land. The fourth tried to cleanse his soul by creating a countryside maze, a symbol of man’s pilgrimage through life. Such intricate networks of passages were sometimes built in churches so people could walk them in a matter of minutes.

Fifteen years after Becket’s death, no less than seven hundred miracles were recorded in the presence of the saint’s relics. In 1220 the body was moved from the crypt, where it had been since shortly after Becket’s murder, to Trinity Chapel, a shrine glittering with jewels, gold, and silver. When the shrine was destroyed by King Henry VIII, 318 years later, one of those prized jewels, a blue diamond, was set in a ring that the king wore.

While a trip to Becket’s shrine granted the most blessed nothing less than a miracle, it was said to help purify all, making shorter their obligated time in purgatory before entering the Kingdom of Heaven. For this reason, thousands journeyed to Canterbury each year. The number of pilgrims visiting the shrine in the Middle Ages was so great that their knees wore thin the stone floor where they prayed before the pink marble monument. They stuck their hands through its arched windows to touch the sacred coffin. It contained the body and lice-infested hair shirt, but the severed part of his head was now stored in a gold and silver reliquary in another section of the church known as the Crown of Saint Thomas.

But for medieval pilgrims to journey to Canterbury, sixty miles south of London, they risked their lives. Pilgrims’ Way (see the accompanying map) followed ancient Roman roads that led through thick forests with criminals ready to rob, rape, swindle, and murder.

A pilgrim in the Middle Ages also had to be on constant guard against witches, giants, Cyclops, fairies, and most certainly the Devil himself, who could appear in many forms, including in the very relics sold along Pilgrims’ Way to protect travelers. One could buy such holy items as a piece of the rock where Jesus stood upon ascending to Heaven, straw from his manger, splinters from his Cross, his tears in a bottle, a feather from an angel, or even the tip of the Devil’s tail. These medieval souveniers were believed to have various curative or preventative powers.

No trinket or vial of holy water held the power of a visit to Becket’s shrine, though. Becket’s shrine held England’s most treasured relics, and visitors filled the cathedral’s coffers with offerings. Other churches competed with Canterbury for pilgrims’ gold and silver by claiming that they, too, housed parts of Saint Thomas. How could the same relics appear in two places at once? Well, that simply further proved the power of relics to perform miracles by multiplying.

By the late Middle Ages, treks to Becket’s shrine had become, for some, excuses to take vacations and see new sights. Geoffrey Chaucer was keenly aware of how these travels had mutated into a blending of the sacred and the secular. Addressing the complexity of such pilgrimages, he wrote The Canterbury Tales, one of the most enduring pieces of literature written in the English language. If an afterlife exists, one can’t help but ponder whether Becket, seeing the events he set in motion, looked down on England from Heaven as he prayed or laughed until his sides hurt: royalty, power, politics, friendship, betrayal, murder, martyrdom, miracles, penitence, pilgrimages, theft, and classical literature—all of these elements interwoven are the makings of bigger-than-life history and drama.

I first learned of Pilgrims’ Way as a senior at the University of Alabama, majoring in English. I had postponed the required course on Chaucer until the last semester because I dreaded having to read aloud portions of The Canterbury Tales in Middle English. Nonetheless, when I studied the Tales, they made me wonder what it would be like to walk Pilgrims’ Way. Traveling, meeting interesting people, hearing their stories, and maybe even finding a miracle stirred my imagination.

During this same time I had fallen in love with a redhead in Oklahoma City, and some weekends I would hitchhike fifteen hundred miles round-trip just to spend Saturday night with her. Often those who gave me rides told stories from the deepest parts of their hearts. Some needed to confess to lighten their souls, while others longed for answers through conversation. A few just wanted to hear themselves talk and assumed that their stories entertained. Whatever their motivations, their tales revealed who they were. They and I were a bit like the characters in The Canterbury Tales, travelers who found fun, excitement, and sometimes meaning in sharing our lives.

In a way I became a professional pilgrim. By the age of twenty-six, I had thumbed enough miles to circle the globe five times and met people from all walks of life, including Mr. Universe and a group of the Hell’s Angels. Through them I found a rare intimacy that fed my soul.

During those years I lived in Chicago, New Orleans, Oklahoma City, San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles, and Denver. I worked as a weight-lifting instructor, a carpenter, an artist’s model, a waiter, a librarian, a journalist, a farmer, and a junk dealer. Thumbing from city to city, I sometimes told stories in exchange for meals from those who gave me lifts.

My life on the road was exhilarating, but it didn’t quell the unrest within my soul, the feeling that I had not found my true calling.

The more I traveled, the more I came to realize just how much I loved my home in the Appalachian Mountains of Fort Payne, Alabama. While I had always felt a strong bond with my Cherokee ancestors, I found myself thinking about how home had been taken from them.

In 1838 seven thousand armed U.S. soldiers forced eighteen thousand Indians from their log cabins in the South. Four thousand Indians died as the soldiers marched them nine hundred miles (through the heart of winter) to Indian Territory, now Oklahoma. The dead were buried in shallow unmarked graves along this Trail of Tears.

I began to feel compelled to honor my Indian heritage by telling the world about the Trail of Tears. I wrote a screenplay. My contemporary protagonist, a Cherokee who had a vision that he must take a pilgrimage, walked the trail in reverse from Oklahoma to Alabama to bring home the spirits of those who had died on the forced march. If he didn’t fulfill his mission, he would never find peace.

Although the movie was never made, after six months of trying to sell the screenplay, I suddenly realized I had to become the protagonist in my own script. The story I had written was a map for my own mission in life. This was the way I could truly honor my ancestors—by walking their path and reliving their experiences of loss, exile, and resettlement. And I would show how their memories lived on.

From my hilltop I could see into the lush valley between Lookout and Sand Mountains with its meandering creek. Sequoya, the most famous of all Cherokee, lived near the stream in the 1820s, when he invented the Cherokee alphabet. His mother was Indian, but his father was a British officer. Sequoya was the only man in history to invent an alphabet by himself, the only alphabet invented in the past five thousand years. The giant redwoods in California were named after him, a man who had longed to empower his people with the ability to read and write that they might better protect their culture. While I would not write my own experiences on the Trail of Tears in Cherokee, I would protect and honor their spirits and culture with my writing.

In 1989 I sold almost everything I owned and took a Greyhound bus to Oklahoma to begin walking the trail. For two months I hiked from dawn until night and slept mostly in fields and woods, though strangers sometimes offered food and shelter. All along the trail, winding across seven states, people from all walks of life gave me items—an arrowhead, a silver cross, and other objects sacred to the givers. These gifts were meant as offerings to those who died on the trail in 1838 that they might rest in peace. But they were also a means by which those I met could be part of my journey.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2007

    If you go to England!

    I just got back from two weeks in England, which was my first trip there. I had bought several books about that country, its culture, people and history. Walking to Canterbury was by far the most fascinating and informative. The author WALKS the route of the Canterbury Tales and the book is jumping with wonderful bits and details about life in England in the Middle Ages. He even make old Chaucer himself come to life.The readers also feels the sense of adventure to make the modern trek an intrigue and delight. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2006

    Cool

    I had to read this book for an English class in high school and loved it. Up till this point I had thought Chaucer was a drag. This book, however, made Chaucer seem like a cool guy. I especially liked the parts about sex and making fun of monks. The author also spent a lot of time with teenagers on his walk and let them speak their own minds, even about carrying around a rubber penis and getting drunk by the river with dancing and general raising hell. I am not religious, but this book also touched my heart.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2005

    Not for kids

    I had to read this as a summer reading book for school and it ranks up as one of the worst books i have ever read. The author keeps jumping around to modern and medieval and it is terribly boring. i suppose if you weren't 16 though, it might not be as horrendous. Don't read if you want a fast moving book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2004

    Walking to Canterbury: A Modern Journey Through Chaucer's Medieval England

    This book embraces the best of life: people, history, adventure and the spiritual, all the way from London to Canterbury. It also has a charming and wry sense of humor. It digs into the origin of words as well. Did you know that the legal term, loophole, comes from the slit in a castle wall where a medieval archer could shoot a deadly arrow into the enemy down below on the ground?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2004

    Walking to Canterbury: A Modern Journey Through Chaucer's Medieval England

    If you're intrigued with medieval England, when people took pilgrimages, believed in miracles, magic herbs, sea monsters, guiding stars and didn't have a clue what caused the Black Death, then this journey is just right for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2003

    A journey worth taking

    Some people search for truth in church, some in books, some in meditation. Jerry Ellis seeks his truths on foot, on long, mostly solitary walks on trails laden with personal and historical meaning. In his 1991 book _Walking the Trail: One Man's Journey Along the Cherokee Trail of Tears_, he traced the deadly march his Cherokee ancestors were forced to make. In his newest book, _Walking to Canterbury_, he sets off to rediscover his English roots by retracing the 60-mile trek from London to Canterbury made by thousands of pilgrims in medieval times, and immortalized in Chaucer's _Canterbury Tales_. I found _Walking to Canterbury_ captivating. From the start, it's clear that Ellis' quest is both personal and spiritual. Through his eyes, today's English landscape becomes as vividly alive as it must have been to medieval pilgrims, small events such as finding a scallop shell lost by a long-dead pilgrim take on deep significance, and every encounter is charged with psychological depth and spiritual meaning. Anyone who seeks or has experienced times of great clarity and connectedness will recognize the place Ellis writes from, and admire his ability to snare some of that ineffable and evanescent experience and share it with his readers. Ellis also does a seamless job of weaving a great deal of history into his narrative. Along the trial we not only learn a lot about Ellis and the people he meets, but fascinating details about how people in medieval England lived, loved, and viewed the world. As storytellers have known at least since Homer's time, a journey is a great way to tell a story, and a natural, perhaps primal metaphor for life itself. In _Walking to Canterbury_, Ellis proves himself an insightful storyteller and a worthy guide. Robert Adler, author of _Science Firsts: From the Creation of Science to the Science of Creation_ (John Wiley & Sons, September 2002).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2002

    A Wondrous and Enlightening Trek

    This rare journey takes the reader into the hearts and minds of medieval folks as well as those today who live along Pilgrim's Way, stretching from London to Canterbury. Filled with lively encounters and fascinating historical details, it is also a spiritual and inspiring book. Cynics, so determined to find the world hard, cold and bitter, won't warm to this heart-felt account. But anyone who believes in a Higher Power, will find it a real treat. Ellis, part Cherokee and part English, does a beautiful job of weaving his dual heritage into a colorul tapestry. Highly recommended.

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