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Pat's books are so hard to put down - they haunt your sleep in a good way. I'm about to start South of Broad and am so looking forward to another masterpiece.
Beach Music was bittersweet and I'm almost positive I'll feel the same about this one. Thank you Mr. Conroy for your wonderful books!
Beach Music was bittersweet and I'm almost positive I'll feel the same about this one. Thank you Mr. Conroy for your wonderful books!
My son, who is 45 and reads only what appears on a "phoneโ or a computer, and I were conversing via e-mail this afternoon when I mentioned the Sea Islands. He was not familiar with them, and, of course, the talk led to Pat Conroy and his works. He became immediately interested, even though he is not a "book reader".
I had told him stories from Mr. Conroyโs books...the young mother with two children watching the sunset and the Moonrise, The Great Santini, My Losing Season. Now he is interested in reading more, and I told him that I would like to read them with him, but I cannot.
Two years ago I was diagnosed with glaucoma and I have had to put down my precious books... all of them... but I would, if I had a choice of some to read (not to listen to) Conroyโs would be at the top of the list... especially now that I have awakened a glimmer of interest in my son.
I had told him stories from Mr. Conroyโs books...the young mother with two children watching the sunset and the Moonrise, The Great Santini, My Losing Season. Now he is interested in reading more, and I told him that I would like to read them with him, but I cannot.
Two years ago I was diagnosed with glaucoma and I have had to put down my precious books... all of them... but I would, if I had a choice of some to read (not to listen to) Conroyโs would be at the top of the list... especially now that I have awakened a glimmer of interest in my son.
Iโve read Beach Music three times, the Prince of Tides twice. When I close my eyes, I can see the Piazza Farnese coming to life with the first light of the sun. Itโs breathtaking. At the same time, I can walk the Street of Tides and imagine the aromas of Colleton. Pat Conroyโs dexterity with verse draws the reader into the story like no other author I have ever read. I will borrow a line from the Prince of Tides and take literary license because it perfectly expresses my feelings once Iโve read a Pat Conroy novel. โHis secret, we would discover, was that once you have traveled (through one of Patโs novels), the voyage never ends, but is played over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.โ
When I read Pat Conroy, it is not uncommon for me to stop and breathe in his poetry, again and again and again. I then say aloud to myself, Lord have mercy, that man could write!
I arrived in Bluffton today for the first time and I feel like I have been here before. Of course! In Conroyโs books. โThe Water is Wideโ and โBeach Musicโ made particular impressions on me. His humanity came shining through his perfect and unique combinations of words. RIP Pat.
I have just recently become so endeared by Pats books since my youngest son entered the Citadel this year as a knob. My husband ordered The Lords of Discipline for us to enjoy (since we had a Knob) and my breath was taken away at Pat's beautiful storytelling! Iโve never read an author that brings such passion to his writing with a poetic choice of words, that you can see his life story unfolding between the pages.
Then I was in the right time at the right place. Travelers Rest, SC. An book collector, Jim, who owned My Sisters Store had a first edition, signed copy of My Losing Season. I fell in love and bought it right away. My husband read it and Iโm currently reading it.
My husband then mentioned that he read The Boo in elementary school and he remembered it moving him deeply as being one of his favorite reads.
Itโs tough to find Pats hardcover books in print. And for good reason. Sooooo, I came across The Boo on Amazon, through a small book store. Inside it is signed. (Iโm certain the seller had no idea it was signed since I got it very cheap) It reads โWelcome Lamb. The Boo.โ Of course my heart wants it to be Lt Colonel Nugent Courvoisie! **Update-the website monitors confirmed it is his signature**
I will be reading all his books!
Thank you for maintaining this website! God Bless!
Then I was in the right time at the right place. Travelers Rest, SC. An book collector, Jim, who owned My Sisters Store had a first edition, signed copy of My Losing Season. I fell in love and bought it right away. My husband read it and Iโm currently reading it.
My husband then mentioned that he read The Boo in elementary school and he remembered it moving him deeply as being one of his favorite reads.
Itโs tough to find Pats hardcover books in print. And for good reason. Sooooo, I came across The Boo on Amazon, through a small book store. Inside it is signed. (Iโm certain the seller had no idea it was signed since I got it very cheap) It reads โWelcome Lamb. The Boo.โ Of course my heart wants it to be Lt Colonel Nugent Courvoisie! **Update-the website monitors confirmed it is his signature**
I will be reading all his books!
Thank you for maintaining this website! God Bless!
Pat,
I miss your beautiful words, love of language, and your immense talent which cultivates a writer in all of us. Rest in perfect peace.
I miss your beautiful words, love of language, and your immense talent which cultivates a writer in all of us. Rest in perfect peace.
I have downloaded all of Pat Conroy's books on my Kindle. I enjoy reading them and marking the passages that are so beautifully written.
It is a blessing and a curse to have read Pat Conroy's books: blessing is clear for us all, but the curse part is that after reading all of the books, you have a hard time finding another author that can mesmerize you like Conroy. Nowadays I find myself reading books for the first 50 pages and then totally bored giving up... if anybody has good ideas to help me out of this misery by revealing some other conroy-style-authors, PLEASE help!
Pat Conroy is the only author I ever idolized. I never knew him, never met him, but I loved the words he could string together to make me feel drunk with the heady pleasure of reading his books. He saved my life once, and one of my life's regrets was not telling him so.
At the lowest point in my life, my husband had died soon after a deadly diagnosis. I questioned whether I could go on living. Of course, my children and family topped the list of reasons why I must. However, profoundly selfish, the piercing truth reminded me, "If I were dead, I'd never get to read Pat Conroy again.โ
At the lowest point in my life, my husband had died soon after a deadly diagnosis. I questioned whether I could go on living. Of course, my children and family topped the list of reasons why I must. However, profoundly selfish, the piercing truth reminded me, "If I were dead, I'd never get to read Pat Conroy again.โ
I watched Conrack last night. Now I want to read every book written by Mr. Pat Conway. I feel inspired. I was saddened to read he was no longer on this earth... it is a great loss.
I met Pat at a book signing I talked to him for quite a while. I told Pat that I was one of the people involved in the Richard Nixon Billy Graham Day celebration in Charlotte NC. He used this event in his book but changed the people to be from South Carolina. Everyone that got arrested was from North Carolina.
I was arrested and the Secret Service took the film from my camera. The S.S. came to a Red Hornets meeting we figured out pretty fast he didnโt belong so we made up a bunch of fake stuff we were going to do. The only real thing was Nancy had a banner wrapped around her waist. None of us got into the Coliseum.
I had two real tickets to get in but I was arrested and taken away. When we went to trial George Daily was our Attorney. He did a good job presenting our case. But the government won. We were just hippies doing the right thing. Some times you canโt do the right thing.
I was arrested and the Secret Service took the film from my camera. The S.S. came to a Red Hornets meeting we figured out pretty fast he didnโt belong so we made up a bunch of fake stuff we were going to do. The only real thing was Nancy had a banner wrapped around her waist. None of us got into the Coliseum.
I had two real tickets to get in but I was arrested and taken away. When we went to trial George Daily was our Attorney. He did a good job presenting our case. But the government won. We were just hippies doing the right thing. Some times you canโt do the right thing.
This is not a comment but a response to Mihai Radulescu's question. My last name is Lay as in "now I lay me down to sleep".
How wonderful that you actually worked on the cookbook from Cassandra's emailed transcriptions of Pat's handwritten work. When you mentioned that you pulled up the Word file and again laughed till you cried at the pig roast story, I remembered Pat's account of taking Nathalie Dupree's class and her describing, in between laconically issuing instructions to them, how she amassed the ingredients to cook a fabulous meal for a lover which consisted of escargot and calf testicles, her screams as she came back from going for wine to find the snails all over her kitchen and her screams drawing the two gay men who were her neighbors to her rescue until they saw the gruesome organs in her sink whereupon they ran screaming, thinking she might be the serial killer of gay men that was on the loose.
I tried to read this to my husband and could not get enough breath while laughing to read it. Dupree telling such an off-the-wall tale while critiquing their culinary skills was funny enough, but Pat's colorful account of her doing it was hysteria-inducing.
How wonderful that you actually worked on the cookbook from Cassandra's emailed transcriptions of Pat's handwritten work. When you mentioned that you pulled up the Word file and again laughed till you cried at the pig roast story, I remembered Pat's account of taking Nathalie Dupree's class and her describing, in between laconically issuing instructions to them, how she amassed the ingredients to cook a fabulous meal for a lover which consisted of escargot and calf testicles, her screams as she came back from going for wine to find the snails all over her kitchen and her screams drawing the two gay men who were her neighbors to her rescue until they saw the gruesome organs in her sink whereupon they ran screaming, thinking she might be the serial killer of gay men that was on the loose.
I tried to read this to my husband and could not get enough breath while laughing to read it. Dupree telling such an off-the-wall tale while critiquing their culinary skills was funny enough, but Pat's colorful account of her doing it was hysteria-inducing.
So many of Pat's books have spoken to me since I first read Lords Of Discipline and The Water Is Wide at the suggestion of my daughter. But I recently had an even more enjoyable experience than Pat's fiction when I stumbled upon The Pat Conroy Cookbook. Not only were the recipes great, but the personal stories and anecdotes which accompanied them were wonderful. I alternately laughed and cried.
I wanted to live in Rome, I wanted to careen down a mountain road in Puglia, I wanted to sit at a patio table in Paris and see John Hemingway giving an interview at the next table. I wanted to learn to gig a flounder, to roast a whole hog in a pit in Atlanta (after seeing it stored in the bathtub of a Jewish friend because there wasn't room in the refrigerator ) and fib about being up all night to "mop and sop" it, and to plan an extraordinary wedding out of Southern Living in beautiful Beaufort, where I had once stayed in one of those Bay street mansions.
Such stories of a man living his life with so much gusto!! Took my breath away. Nemaste, Pat Conroy. You will be sorely missed.
I wanted to live in Rome, I wanted to careen down a mountain road in Puglia, I wanted to sit at a patio table in Paris and see John Hemingway giving an interview at the next table. I wanted to learn to gig a flounder, to roast a whole hog in a pit in Atlanta (after seeing it stored in the bathtub of a Jewish friend because there wasn't room in the refrigerator ) and fib about being up all night to "mop and sop" it, and to plan an extraordinary wedding out of Southern Living in beautiful Beaufort, where I had once stayed in one of those Bay street mansions.
Such stories of a man living his life with so much gusto!! Took my breath away. Nemaste, Pat Conroy. You will be sorely missed.
I have loved Mr. Conroy's books. He wrote about subject matters I love... Watching Conrack on TV reminded me of how much I love his work.
He will always be remembered by readers everywhere...
He will always be remembered by readers everywhere...
I first read Mr. Conroy's work in LIFE magazine as a kid. The article was titled CONRACK. This piece affected me tremendously. Thank you.
So after reading Beach Music for millionth time, I did some research and learned the book was originally over 1000 pages but was condensed at the insistence of his publisher. I would LOVE if the publisher would go back and release the whole uncut book. His writing is to be savored. It cannot be binged or gulped. I find the older I get, the more I understand his artistry and nostalgia.
I have read just about all of Pat's books. I have yet to find one that didn't transport me to a different place and time, with beautiful language, creative plotting, and, most of all, heart. My heartfelt thanks to him and to his English teachers.
It was from watching The Great Santini in 1986 that I finally understood that my father who was always gone and was a mean person was actually wanting love more than anything from his children and didnโt know how to reach for it. Because of that movie I understood who my father was and at this moment, March 2020, tears are flowing as I write this. After watching The Great Santini I started hugging my father every time I saw him and saying I LOVE YOU and each time the rigidity in his hug wained and after a short time he said he loved me too... something heโd never done beforeโฆ
THE GREAT SANTINI IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST MOVIE FOR ANY KID WHO HAS A FATHER IN ANY SERVICE... After watching that movie I told other military brats about it and they ALL reported back that it worked.. just saying I love you and hugging their fathers... we were all shocked that it was the simplest thing that changed them from being mean and harmful to the most gentle of fathers.
Brats... you must understand the whole issue is they feel apart and they vent it thru verbal or physical abuse or mental abuseโฆ in 1986 when I first saw the movie I never understood my fatherโฆ realization came to me while watching and I was weeping watching the movie and thinking... I have you now!!! And I did the hugging and saying I LOVE YOUโฆ JUST DECIMATED HIMโฆ MY FATHER NEVER AFTER THAT SAID A UNKIND THING TO ME. It was just praise!
I was 25 then and now Iโm 58 and as Iโm saying this I am crying... but they are tears of absolute joy! Cause my father was so mean... but like I said after the movie so beautifully says BOGEY ON YOUR SIXโฆ I LOVE YOU DADโฆ I SHOT HIS ASS DOWN SO HARD HE COULD NEVER EVER BE MEAN TO ME AGAIN... he just wanted to really know that his kids loved him!
I hope what worked for me will work for you and your family!
THE GREAT SANTINI IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST MOVIE FOR ANY KID WHO HAS A FATHER IN ANY SERVICE... After watching that movie I told other military brats about it and they ALL reported back that it worked.. just saying I love you and hugging their fathers... we were all shocked that it was the simplest thing that changed them from being mean and harmful to the most gentle of fathers.
Brats... you must understand the whole issue is they feel apart and they vent it thru verbal or physical abuse or mental abuseโฆ in 1986 when I first saw the movie I never understood my fatherโฆ realization came to me while watching and I was weeping watching the movie and thinking... I have you now!!! And I did the hugging and saying I LOVE YOUโฆ JUST DECIMATED HIMโฆ MY FATHER NEVER AFTER THAT SAID A UNKIND THING TO ME. It was just praise!
I was 25 then and now Iโm 58 and as Iโm saying this I am crying... but they are tears of absolute joy! Cause my father was so mean... but like I said after the movie so beautifully says BOGEY ON YOUR SIXโฆ I LOVE YOU DADโฆ I SHOT HIS ASS DOWN SO HARD HE COULD NEVER EVER BE MEAN TO ME AGAIN... he just wanted to really know that his kids loved him!
I hope what worked for me will work for you and your family!
3/21/2020 - Just finished "South of Broad" for the second time - enjoyed it even more the second time around. In talking to book-lover friends about favorite books and authors, my first words are "South of Broad" and "Beach Music" by Pat Conroy--I will pass "South of Broad" onto a friend who is a graduate of Citadel. So sorry that Pat had to leave us.