One of the passions of my life has been to research the lives and conversion stories of converts to Catholicism, especially those of writers. This passion came to fruition in my book, Literary Converts, which charted the network of minds and grace that led dozens of writers to the Catholic Church throughout the twentieth century. It is gratifying to know that this network was so far-reaching that one is always learning of new literary converts. Such was the case today when I stumbled across the obituary of Oliver Bernard, a poet whose decadent lifestyle makes the decadence of Wilde appear positively tame.
 
This poet was, at various times, a serial fornicator, a male prostitute, a communist, a peace activist, a prisoner, and, finally, a Catholic convert who spent the final years of his life as a daily communicant. Here’s the link: