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I was privileged to meet Pat at our family reunion, held at Doug’s home in Hillsborough, NC. Pat and Doug were definitely brothers in the literary world, and Doug’s brother, Chris then became Robin to complete the trio. Pat’s personality definitely matched well the “wonder what the next act of this play holds.?” mantra surrounding our huge, but in my humble opinion, amazing family.
Pat and Doug were joined at the literary heart and I know that Doug’s sudden tragic death was an emotional bomb for him as it was for our family. I so wish that, while I had such remarkable wisdom and talent available, I had listened to that internal whisper that I needed to write my memoir. Immediately after I began reading Doug’s book, I realized that individuals, experiencing the same interactions might perceive them very differently. I wanted to share the good attributes of our ancestry as well as try to purvey the desire to overcome the attributes that steal one’s joy. At 84 years old, and having gone through many valleys, I much prefer those mountain tops.
Also I was brought up in a conservative southern town. My family was the only family on the block to have a Johnston sign on their front lawn during the 64 election. Everyone else had Goldwater signs. I know what it's like to be liberal in a conservative town.
I have the honor of passing my reading onto other readers looking for an author they can lose themselves to. Mr. Conroy is one of those authors.
Thankyou Pat Conroy
I was on a website book club and was asked what my all time favorite 2 books were and Prince of Tides was my first. Mr. Conroy was such a world-master.
That story still has a place in my heart and soul even now. My second book was Lila by Marilyn Robinson that reminded me of the feeling I got when I read Prince of Tides and I don't know why. I thank Pat Conroy for starting me on my journey to reading books that matter. Thank you.
In fact Prince of Tides touched my soul. I am a avid reader. It has helped me get through some very tough times in my life, however no books have touched me as much as Pat Conroy's have and I thank him for giving me that joy and many hours of reading his books all that touched me deeply...
I was on a website book club and was asked what my all time favorite 2 books were and Prince of Tides was my first. Mr. Conroy was such a word-master. That story still has a place in my heart and soul even now. My second book was Lila by Marilyn Robinson that reminded me of the feeling I got when I read Prince of Tides and I don't know why. I thank Pat Conroy for starting me on my journey to reading books that matter. Thank you.
From the first time I read the Prince of Tides in grad school I knew this man knew my soul. And as my grad school classmates and I discussed, he seemed to know each one of us.
How could one man touch so many hearts and souls in another state and from many different walks of life? I love his use of the English language, it is my poetry now.
When I am lonely for others that have passed away, I read Pat Conroy.
When I think about a lost love, I read Pat Conroy.
When I have a client who is searching for answers, I read Pat Conroy.
Pat Conroy is my Bible, my guide, my friend.
I love Pat Conroy.
His command of the language still inspires me. He gives song to the low country like Norman McClean makes rivers whisper and Springsteen lets you hear the screen door slam..
Your web site is most helpful in this respect.
His writing is so full of passion and misery and honesty, simply put, he compares favorably with any Nobel prize winner or other major award winner in my opinion.
I am sure he is entertaining the good folks in heaven with his stories.
I am deeply moved by this reading experience. I truly believe that this read has made me a better person.
Thank you Pat Conroy.
There truly is something for everyone in his books. I love his floral vocabulary, descriptive imagery, writing style, and the way that Pat painted the most realistic and intricate depiction of the South. He knew the South Carolina that I had grown up in even though we grew up 50 years apart. Although he wrote about the South of his youth, I had seen the same things and felt similar ways. I thought being a Southerner was a shame, but I held on to Pat’s words and devoured his entire collection of work.
I tried to run from South Carolina. I moved to Los Angeles to study Fine Art and I brought Pat Conroy with me. Despite my attempt to reinvent myself and reject the place I grew up (doesn’t everyone do this in their late teens-early 20’s???), I realized the landscape of South Carolina haunted me. It came out in everything I did and in the art that I made/make.
I kept going back to Pat’s books- reading them as I maneuvered life in new places, through college and life after college, through loss, hardship, and love. I realized I longed to get back home to sweet South Carolina and when I really couldn’t bare it, I would settle into one of Pat’s books. His books continue to remind me why I love the landscape and magic of South Carolina. It’s been almost 10 years since I first read The Prince of Tides and I will never get over the beauty and truth that Pat breathed into the pages of his books. I wish I could have met him before he was gone.
I was devastated when he passed because I felt like I knew him, and I had come to truly love him like all of his readers do. Thank you, Pat, for your words. I am only 25 but you continue to change the way I see, love, create, and of course, read.
I visited the Pat Conroy literary center in October as I need to know as much as I can about him and his work. He has impacted my life significantly. My only regret is that I never met him. In my view a true master and genius of the genre. I know he said he doubted himself every day. I marvel at him every day. I too am sad that I will not be able to look forward to his next jewel to be published.
As an author myself, cannot tell you how often I have to stop and read a sentence two or three times - filled with the awe of his use of metaphor - before I can go on. His books are so filled with his gentleness and sense of beauty that the words take my breath away every time. Reading Beach Music right now, and am filled with a new love for Rome as told through Pat Conroy's South Carolina eyes. He will be missed, but I am grateful that his words live on. Thank you.
However a book that touched my heart was My Losing Season. I played in the professional basketball league in Bolivia for 10 seasons. When I read that book, it was so moving about my own basketball experience in life. I got to take my students from Bolivia one time to Ford's Theater to see the adaptation of Conrack, the play.
The booth where Lincoln got shot was open that night because someone forgot to lock it. I took my students in to see it and be there. We were there maybe 5 minutes before a security guard told us to get out. Pat Conroy inspired me to become a teacher. Just thank you Pat Conroy. Dr. Bryn Gabriel