
I wanted to love this one because I love Pat Conroy but, unfortunately, I didn't. I was not able to reconcile what I expect from Conroy - a novel - with what this was - essays. I hold myself to blame for that. I needed to read more slowly, to let one story finish and be done before I started the next one, but I just couldn't stop myself from plowing through so then the disconnectedness felt more acute. Each story is meant to be savored on it's own; there are stories set here in Beaufort, others in Atlanta, even Paris, there are stories from his childhood, his years as a young author, and anecdotes about his later years, but I wanted them all to be connected in a more linear way and that's not the way this book is laid out. It didn't help that I haven't read most of the books that greatly influenced Conroy's life - Gone with the Wind - no, War and Peace - no, anything by James Dickey (haven't even heard of James Dickey!) - no, Look, Homeward Angel - no,no, no - it just goes on and on highlighting my lack of literary knowledge! So in the words of George Kastanza, "It's not you, Pat, it's me." (And yes, I fully expect next year, some ambitions blogger will host a Pat Conroy My Reading Life Challenge - I can see it coming!)
This book is an Okra Picks and counts towards the challenge being hosted by Kathy at Bermudaonion. By reading just this one book, I acheive the level of Goober!
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The reviews seem to be mixed on this one. I'll change my approach to reading this one after your review, and hopefully I'll enjoy it more than you did.
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