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Mr. Conroy came to Fairhope, Alabama to promote โSouth of Broadโ and he came up to the podium and talked and made us laugh and captivated us for over an hour without taking a breath or a sip of water. My girlfriend and I were mesmerized and had no idea we had listened to him for over an hour and never moved! He was just as attentive and nice when he signed our books. I treasure it to this day.
A VERY LONG time ago, Pat and I attended St. James School in Orlando Fla. He was such a nice young man, we suffered together through the nuns and priests. When I first heard he wrote Prince of Tides I was thunderstruck. I could not believe that was "my Pat" from childhood. Small world.
I have read all of Pat Conroy's books. After I read the first one I knew I had to read all of them. He was truly head and shoulders above the rest! I don't think there will ever be another like him!
You'll want to read his books slowly even if you are a speed reader to savor the rich language.
I miss him so much and wish he'd had more time to author more of those wonderful books.
You'll want to read his books slowly even if you are a speed reader to savor the rich language.
I miss him so much and wish he'd had more time to author more of those wonderful books.
Pat Conroy was more than an author to me. He was that of course; his writing frquently made me stop and reread and treasure his words. He taught me what kind of person I wanted to be when I read The Water Is Wide as a young girl in Alabama. Along with Harper Lee, Conroy edged me gently into rejecting the racism and cruelty I saw around me. I am forever grateful to his gifts to me, and to us. He was able to take his pain and turned it through his great gift into blessings for so many of us.
And the very Best Christmas to every one of you. Pat lives in our hearts, in every paragraph on every page ~ (there's a lovely red ornament I couldn't copy onto my comment, and it makes the loving statement, not my humble words) 2019
I didn't discover Pat Conroy's books until after he had passed away. I actually went on a SC trip that included a walking tour of Beaufort, where Pat Conroy's house and other landmarks that were used in the films of his books were pointed out. Then I started reading.
I was very shocked to find out that Pat lived on the street I grew up on in Arlington and went to the same school I attended. What a small world! I wish I would have had a chance to meet him.
I was very shocked to find out that Pat lived on the street I grew up on in Arlington and went to the same school I attended. What a small world! I wish I would have had a chance to meet him.
I have read PRINCE OF TIDES twice over the last few years and loved it each time. As my vision is failing I have taken more to audiobooks. I recently began the book again and all I can say is the narrator is a genius. The pace and tenor of his reading brings the whole story, the characters and Patโs intent out to a richer experience.
My life is so much better because Pat Conroy fulfilled his purpose and wrote beautifully.
I regret having procrastinated so much. I wanted to meet Pat Conroy when he came down to the Miami Book Fair and felt too scared. What if he was mean? Impatient? My classmates told me he was no such thing. He was hilarious, friendly and full of cheeky comments. I told myself I would go the next year but he wasn't featured...
It came down to writing a single letter and hoping that he would read it and possibly, write back. I left many letters unfinished, un-mailed. When he passed away, I was in disbelief. The lively man I saw in pictures couldn't just be... gone. It felt like I had lost a friend.
I would read his books on the school bus and then, late into the night. There were times when I laughed so hard at his writing, I'd have to quickly clap a hand over my mouth to be quiet and not wake my parents. There were other times when I'd set a book down for a few moments so I could hold in tears during a sad moment. I wish I hadn't procrastinated. I wish I could have at least let him know once that his words were a lifeline for me.
When the time was right, I got my little sister a copy of "The Great Santini." She called me after the first chapter to ask me if I'd be "down" to try the mushroom soup incident sometime during Thanksgiving and we laughed at the thought of orchestrating such a thing in front of uptight relatives. When she finished, she asked me with all seriousness, if we could go to the Carolinas one day and see this wonderful place for ourselves. His descriptions had intrigued her just as they did me.
I imagine that somewhere in Heaven, Pat is sitting by a dock over beautiful, clear water. In his hands, he opens a large oyster shell and the air is suddenly perfumed with the gift of his prose.
Thank you, Pat. You've given so much to so many.
It came down to writing a single letter and hoping that he would read it and possibly, write back. I left many letters unfinished, un-mailed. When he passed away, I was in disbelief. The lively man I saw in pictures couldn't just be... gone. It felt like I had lost a friend.
I would read his books on the school bus and then, late into the night. There were times when I laughed so hard at his writing, I'd have to quickly clap a hand over my mouth to be quiet and not wake my parents. There were other times when I'd set a book down for a few moments so I could hold in tears during a sad moment. I wish I hadn't procrastinated. I wish I could have at least let him know once that his words were a lifeline for me.
When the time was right, I got my little sister a copy of "The Great Santini." She called me after the first chapter to ask me if I'd be "down" to try the mushroom soup incident sometime during Thanksgiving and we laughed at the thought of orchestrating such a thing in front of uptight relatives. When she finished, she asked me with all seriousness, if we could go to the Carolinas one day and see this wonderful place for ourselves. His descriptions had intrigued her just as they did me.
I imagine that somewhere in Heaven, Pat is sitting by a dock over beautiful, clear water. In his hands, he opens a large oyster shell and the air is suddenly perfumed with the gift of his prose.
Thank you, Pat. You've given so much to so many.
As others are at this website, I am a long time fan of Pat Conroy's writing. As he said about John Irving and Richard Russo that they couldn't write a grocery list without it being a literary masterpiece, I feel the same about Pat Conroy. To me he mastered what he set out to do to "create winged and roaring sentences, the kind that would set the language free and make people come to my house and sit on my knee and listen to the song I was born to sing." [from My Losing Season] He can write sentences and tell stories that touch my heart and soul. Also from My Losing Season, "As I crossed midcourt, Buisson was waiting for me as though I were a pizza he had ordered by phone. He played me too close and he felt like wrapping paper when I went by him." As we approach the holiday season, I'll coin that phrase to say, Pat Conroy's words hold me close and they feel like wrapping paper when I read them. I know he is writing still in heaven.
I can't believe that it has taken me 62 years to discover Pat Conroy. A good friend gave me a copy of The Lords of Discipline. I had gotten out of the habit of reading books in favor of Netflix and The Tube, so it laid on my bedside table for a bit,, but when I picked it up, I couldn't put it down.
The Lords of Discipline is by far the greatest book that I have ever written, errr read!! (I am a writer also) and Pat Conroy is now my favorite author, beating out the likes of Hunter Thompson and J.D. Salinger.
I read the Great Santini next, followed by The Prince of Tides and The Water Is Wide. Right now I am on page 585 of Beach Music and am finding it on a par with The Lords Of Discipline. I was daunted by its 776 pages before I started reading it, but find it to be a real page turner that I can't put down. I read it all day yesterday and today woke up at one am, on four hours sleep and am staying awake to finish off the book. Pat Conroy is by far the best, the very best, author that I have ever read.
I am a poet and a memoirist and Mr. Conroy has given me an itch to try to write fiction. I am so glad that you are keeping this website alive, because it gives me a feeling that Mr. Conroy is still with us, and that it would be possible to sometime enjoy a meal with him, or a drink, back in the days when I was drinking.--Mikel K Poet
The Lords of Discipline is by far the greatest book that I have ever written, errr read!! (I am a writer also) and Pat Conroy is now my favorite author, beating out the likes of Hunter Thompson and J.D. Salinger.
I read the Great Santini next, followed by The Prince of Tides and The Water Is Wide. Right now I am on page 585 of Beach Music and am finding it on a par with The Lords Of Discipline. I was daunted by its 776 pages before I started reading it, but find it to be a real page turner that I can't put down. I read it all day yesterday and today woke up at one am, on four hours sleep and am staying awake to finish off the book. Pat Conroy is by far the best, the very best, author that I have ever read.
I am a poet and a memoirist and Mr. Conroy has given me an itch to try to write fiction. I am so glad that you are keeping this website alive, because it gives me a feeling that Mr. Conroy is still with us, and that it would be possible to sometime enjoy a meal with him, or a drink, back in the days when I was drinking.--Mikel K Poet
How is it I've gone 44 years having never heard of Pat Conroy? I've been a fan of his wife Cassandra King and am currently reading her latest Tell Me a Story where I was introduced to Pat. Wow. I can't wait to dive into all his works. May He Rest in Peace
Just finished Mrs. Conroy's moving memoir of her life with my favorite author. I wrote that March 4 was the death day of my grandpa, my husband and recently my brother all different decades; I hope they are all together listening to Pat telling stories and laughing their butts off. It was such a peek into the good life of Pat and Cassandra's life together; nice to know he was happy at last with her in his life. And what a life! Have loved him as an author for decades and now love him as a good man to a good woman.
In the early 70s I was a copywriter Doubleday book clubs in NY.
One day a shoebox was dumped on my desk. It was the manuscript for a memoir they'd bought. It wasn't published yet, still in typewriter type and a pile of pages.
"Write something to sell it ."
Gee thanks. Started reading and wasn't sure what the title, "The Water Is Wide," meant. But it grabbed me right away.
Hmmm, this might sell some books, it was a terrific read.
I wrote what I had to, the book club edition did pretty well, and Pat Conroy ended up doing ok too.
It was cool to be at the beginning of that. RIP
One day a shoebox was dumped on my desk. It was the manuscript for a memoir they'd bought. It wasn't published yet, still in typewriter type and a pile of pages.
"Write something to sell it ."
Gee thanks. Started reading and wasn't sure what the title, "The Water Is Wide," meant. But it grabbed me right away.
Hmmm, this might sell some books, it was a terrific read.
I wrote what I had to, the book club edition did pretty well, and Pat Conroy ended up doing ok too.
It was cool to be at the beginning of that. RIP
I've loved his books forever. Joined the Chelan Library (WA) and found South of Broad. Best one yet, hope it will be a movie. Wish I had met him. Hugs
This is a comment I left on Mrs. King Conroyโs recent Facebook post. She asked that I share it on here:
I have to share this with you Mrs. King Conroy. Your husband was the keynote speaker at my sisterโs college graduation many years ago. I reluctantly took my then (approximately) 6 year old son, who has ADHD, but at that time was un-diagnosed. You can only imagine an easily distracted boy, with A LOT of energy at a college graduation ceremony. Well to say that he was mesmerized the whole time Mr. Conroy was on stage is an understatement. I have never seen him listen so intently to anyone or anything, ever.
You were blessed to have this gifted, captivating individual as your soul mate and best friend and I will always enjoy telling that story. Thank you for sharing him with us.
I have to share this with you Mrs. King Conroy. Your husband was the keynote speaker at my sisterโs college graduation many years ago. I reluctantly took my then (approximately) 6 year old son, who has ADHD, but at that time was un-diagnosed. You can only imagine an easily distracted boy, with A LOT of energy at a college graduation ceremony. Well to say that he was mesmerized the whole time Mr. Conroy was on stage is an understatement. I have never seen him listen so intently to anyone or anything, ever.
You were blessed to have this gifted, captivating individual as your soul mate and best friend and I will always enjoy telling that story. Thank you for sharing him with us.
I have been a longtime fan of Pat Conroy's work and have read many of his books. Recently, while visiting in New England, I purchased a copy of "The Death of Santini" in a quaint little bookstore in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I was delighted to find it, as I hadnโt known about this one. Upon my return to Georgia, I couldnโt wait to dive into it.
Twenty-odd years ago, when we were living on the coast of Maine, I recall being so moved by "The Prince of Tides" that I wrote my first and only other letter to an author, sending it to the publisher with no real hope that it would ever find its way to Pat A couple of months later, to my great surprise, Pat called me at our home in Kennebunk, Maine, an act of kindness that I shall always remember.
Having also been raised as a "military brat" with an abusive father. in his remarkable way, Pat pulled the scabs off these old wounds, but in doing so was also able to apply a salve to help heal them.
I shall always be grateful for Pat's incredible insights, amazing storytelling, and his amazing ability to capture the essence of who we are, in beautiful and unvarnished ways.
Twenty-odd years ago, when we were living on the coast of Maine, I recall being so moved by "The Prince of Tides" that I wrote my first and only other letter to an author, sending it to the publisher with no real hope that it would ever find its way to Pat A couple of months later, to my great surprise, Pat called me at our home in Kennebunk, Maine, an act of kindness that I shall always remember.
Having also been raised as a "military brat" with an abusive father. in his remarkable way, Pat pulled the scabs off these old wounds, but in doing so was also able to apply a salve to help heal them.
I shall always be grateful for Pat's incredible insights, amazing storytelling, and his amazing ability to capture the essence of who we are, in beautiful and unvarnished ways.
How did I miss this book, My Reading Life? Just finished the audio version and, oh my, I think I will buy the book as well..... but in this case, hearing it come from his voice was so powerful for me. Like a great book of fiction, I am mourning that it is over. That surprises me. When Pat Conroy was truly passionate about something, he certainly could make you passionate about it as well. Such an amazing gift!
As I listened to this, so much of it resonated with me. When he talked about James Dickey and how he promised himself that if he met him he would not become a blubbering idiot (not his words, mine), I thought, I felt that way about you Pat! And I did. The difference between those 2 situations I think is that he said once he met James Dickey he thought Mr. Dickey would have thought it an appropriate reaction. Lol. I don't think Mr. Conroy would have felt that way.
So much I could say! So much! But I think a big part of what I admire is that he took his pain and turned it into a thing of beauty. Without covering it up. As he said at the end of this book when he described the Japanese art of repairing pottery without covering up the crack. His skill with words made him a master at metaphor.
I will always miss his potent voice. So thankful I found it long ago.
As I listened to this, so much of it resonated with me. When he talked about James Dickey and how he promised himself that if he met him he would not become a blubbering idiot (not his words, mine), I thought, I felt that way about you Pat! And I did. The difference between those 2 situations I think is that he said once he met James Dickey he thought Mr. Dickey would have thought it an appropriate reaction. Lol. I don't think Mr. Conroy would have felt that way.
So much I could say! So much! But I think a big part of what I admire is that he took his pain and turned it into a thing of beauty. Without covering it up. As he said at the end of this book when he described the Japanese art of repairing pottery without covering up the crack. His skill with words made him a master at metaphor.
I will always miss his potent voice. So thankful I found it long ago.
Pat entered The Citadel in the Fall of 1963 after I had graduated in June. My wife and I now live in a 119 year old house in Pisgah Forest, NC. The house was once owned by Hamilton Basso who wrote The View From Pompey;s Head. I met Pat for the first time after I was inducted into The Citadel athletic Hall of Fame in 2007. I attended his induction into the same Hall of Fame. When he found out that we owned the house that Basso lived in he said he would send us a few 1st edition Basso books and he did. Those books have a special place on our bookshelf. Pat said Basso (a good friend of Thomas Wolfe) was one of his favorite authors.
Pat and his books will never be forgotten.
Pat and his books will never be forgotten.
My husband & I are leaving HHI and the lowlands today after yet another amazing week. We celebrated 52 years of marriage on 8/19/19 and we both have enjoyed all of Pat Conroyโs books! He touched so many lives and through his works he will continue to live in the hearts of many.