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As you know, Pat Conroy died on March 4, 2016. This site continues to be managed by his longtime friends and literary agents. You may join in a community of his readers by sharing your comments about Pat’s books or anything else that comes to mind in this guest book. We, the family, the agents and the friends are deeply moved by the outpouring of love you, his beloved readers, wrote here… Much gratitude to you all; Thank you.
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One of the great joys of my life is when I can introduce people I know or have just met to Pat Conroy. The Conroy magic never fails!
Pat's stories have given me such a rich perspective on the world and the relationships within it. He has shown me that turbulence and stubbornness often comes from a place of love. I will continue to carry these lessons with me throughout the rest of my life.
Even though I have been an avid lifelong reader, I read my first Pat Conroy book just last month (July 2023) at the age of 63. That book, The Great Santini, rocked my world. I was stunned by the beauty, power, lyricism, and heartbreak of Mr. Conroy's prose. As I put the book down, I vowed to read every work in the author's canon. I dove straight into The Water Is Wide--loved it. In addition, I had the privilege of living in Beaufort SC from 2012-13, so it was a treat and a delight to realize that Pat was an adopted son of Beaufort and the Low Country, areas that remain dear to my heart.
Just now, I finished The Death of Santini. (literally, like 10 minutes ago!), and felt compelled to come to this site to pay my respects. The eulogy Pat wrote for The Death of Santini that are the closing words of the book is pure genius. The entire book is pure genius -- a powerhouse of joy and pain, mystery and struggle, and the eternal cycle of family, especially this enigmatic dysfunctional Conroy one that Pat illuminated so brilliantly through his literature. I believe Pat Conroy to be one of the very finest of American writers. I'm humbled and honored to be finally reading his books. I will read every last one of them until there are no more left!
With appreciation, love, and gratitude,
The following year, at the same event the team went to an alumni’s house for dinner and Mr. Conroy joined the occasion… Upon his arrival in the baby blue golf cart he asked the boys if his golf cart looked familiar… it was then they realized they had stolen Pat Conroy's golf cart the previous year...
When I was first introduced to Pat Conroy, I had been refusing to read any books written by a man. I felt that if the protagonist was a woman, there was something disingenuous of a male author to think he could have a woman's voice. Then I read, Prince of Tides. A terrible story written so beautifully with the descriptions of nature and the deep soulful emotions from a man so deep and passionate, I had to read everything he had written. And, I did. I even read his book about baskeball. I know nothing about sports and have never had any interest in sports. But, this book is not just about basketball.
I was visiting my cousin in Florida when we found out that Mr. Conroy had died. We both burst into tears. No more Pat Conroy books. Oh no!
Having found this site, I am excited to find out about the authors he loved and you can bet, I'll be reading them too.
Rest in peace, Mr. Conroy. Thanks for the love.
I too had a father like the Great Santini. A career military man who believed family was a contact sport. By the grace of God, this wounded son did not become an abusive husband or father.
Pat was such a gifted wordsmith. You just fall in love with so many of his characters.
My love for Charleston was birthed as a result of reading his books. Late in Pat’s life while traveling in the Charleston area, I hoped to meet him and communicate what his life work had meant. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be.
God speed Pat Conroy. Thank you for touching my soul in such an extraordinary manner. May the Lord keep you.
I just finished my second reading of The Prince of Tides after first reading it in the early ‘90’s. I am envious of the readers who comment on discovering Pat for the first time, whether it be The Water is Wide, The Great Santini or The Prince of Tides because I recall the joy I had in reading a new book by Pat. I have read them all and now that I have reread The Water is Wide and The Prince of Tides I have discovered that the experience of rereading them is as joyful , thought provoking and emotional as the first time I read each of his works.
Like the first two pages of The Great Gatsby, I find Pat’s beautiful introductory pages of The Prince of Tides to be some of the most enduring poetic prose that I have ever read. I immediately wanted to visit the low country of his novels to immerse myself in the beauty of the land he wrote of with so much love and devotion.
Onwards to my return to Beach Music!!!
I guess I finally got over her. Thanks to you Pat Conroy
When I think about it, getting lost in one of Pats books is kind of like going on a vacation... a journey of new friends and the excitement, drama, etc that they bring with them on every word, every page, but then... as in life everything that has a beginning must also have an end... you start to fear the final pages... and so it is that as those pages do dwindle down, the realization it will soon be over and everything must go back to your normal... so it is that with that last page... that last line, you find yourself knowing, that you will be missing those words of flesh and bone that you came to know and the moments you shared in the pages you left behind.