Appreciating Those Who Write – Pat Conroy

Since he only recently passed away Pat Conroy is now on the minds of a lot of people who enjoyed his books. Pancreatic cancer took his life. He died at his home in Beaufort, South Carolina on March 4, 2016, surrounded by family members. I was gratified to learn that he had reunited with his daughter, Susannah, after a long estrangement (Pat Conroy’s Last Days).


An enthusiastic reader, I have often been asked who my favorite writers are, a question I cannot answer easily for so many reasons. While attending college, I tended to like all the literature for each of the eras I studied with few exceptions, making it challenging to select one concentration for the doctoral program. Finally settling on Early American literature, I still think it sounds strange to tell others that some of my preferred authors are Puritan ministers, or seventeenth-century diarists. I also find it difficult to choose favorite authors because I have no real systematic reading method and no real hierarchy for the authors I like. I keep thinking that I will develop one. (Conroy photograph taken from

Pat Conroy, though, has provided many of my transcendent reading experiences so he is often the first writer whose name occurs to me when asked for a list of favorites. His status as a celebrated author is supremely well-deserved if we rate according to skill, passion, and soul. Now that he has died, I have to abandon the hope that I will attend one of his book-signings. I have heard from others who were privileged to meet him that he was warm, gracious, and humble, plus a few reports that he could be difficult at times. I am not surprised by the mix of qualities. If anyone has pondered and thoughtfully explored the human condition, it is Conroy.


My Reading Life is a gem of a book. In it he writes that “the novels I’ve loved will live inside me forever.” He trusts “the great novelists to teach me how to live, how to feel, how to love and hate.” More poignant, now that he is gone, he trusted them:

 “. . .to show me the dangers I will encounter on the road as I stagger on my own troubled passage through a complicated life of books that try to teach me how to die.”

He credits Margaret Mitchell’s novel, Gone With the Wind, for him becoming a novelist, noting that his mother read the novel to the children often, saw herself in it as the figure of Scarlett O’Hara, and raised him up to be a “Southern” novelist with an emphasis on the word “Southern.” He writes, “I owe a personal debt to this novel that I find almost beyond reckoning” (23).

Sometimes criticized for writing “purple” prose, Conroy’s descriptions are nonetheless beautiful, lyrical, and appealing. If you enjoy the literature of place, Conroy is your man. Here is a description from South of Broad, the first page.

“I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft-tissued mollusk. My soul is peninsula-shaped and sun-hardened and river-swollen. The high tides of the city flood my consciousness each day, subject to the whims and harmonies of full moons rising out of the Atlantic. I grow calm when I see the ranks of palmetto trees pulling guard duty on the banks of Colonial Lake or hear the bells of St. Michael’s calling cadence in the cicada-filled trees along Meeting Street. Deep in my bones, I knew early that I was one of those incorrigible creatures known as Charlestonians.”SCarolina       (Photo of Charleston, S.C. from

As he says in My Reading Life, he liked being “immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch,” and that was my experience reading South of Broad and Beach Music, as well as his most famous book, The Prince of Tides.

Always interested in the habits of writers, I found his schedule in Paris to be appealing: morning writing, walk, lunch, nap, more writing (I would skip the nap, since they ruin me). He was there for four months and wrote six hundred handwritten pages (210). In general, he had an “ironclad” schedule of writing no matter where he lived, since writing books “does not permit much familiarity with chaos” (108). How I would love to escape my own tendency toward chaos and become more ironclad.

If I could get there, I would attend the exhibit at the University of South Carolina, a Pat Conroy Retrospective, which continues through the month of March. ConroyRetrospectiveTo say that he is an author that I “like” is understating my response to his books, but I wanted to avoid being sappy or overly-sentimental. I should point out that I had strong responses to his books, I LOVED his books, I was exhilarated by passages in his books, and I learned a lot about writing from his books. Rest in peace, Pat Conroy, and thank you for enhancing my appreciation for the reading experience, the writing experience, and for being a human being on earth at this time.


Find his blog and a list of his books on the website: Books by Pat Conroy.


28 thoughts on “Appreciating Those Who Write – Pat Conroy

    1. Thanks for reading the post, Joe! Yes, Conroy writes eloquently about his love of Thomas Wolfe in his book, My Reading Life. I think I may have mentioned to you before that I have never read Wolfe (a sin for which I am repentant), and I keep intending to read one of his novels so that I have a referent for what people mean when they refer to him. I recall that you told me he uses “lots of words.” That sounds appealing. As soon as I do read one of his novels, I will contact you for a discussion!


  1. You’ve intrigued me, Carla. I keep wondering if I read Prince of Tides. If not, I haven’t read any Conroy (I know, I know!!!). Putting him on my list. Should it be My Reading Life??? xo

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  2. Carla what an amazing Author. I can still remember how I felt reading The Prince of Tides. I don’t live in the states. But he sure captured my imagination and held it long after I read that book. Wonderful tribute thanks for sharing.

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  3. A wonderful tribute, Carla! I’ve only listened to Prince of Tides (Audible) and, yes, his prose is “purple” but to hear it read out loud was amazing. His words just flowed, never were forced. Granted, some of this was due to the narrator’s skill, but even Conroy was surprised (and pleased) by the performance. And he made clear that the love of words was in him from an early age. He will be missed and I’m so glad his daughter and he reconciled. Nothing is worth letting go the opportunity to make amends, to admit we are all human and flawed but still filled with love.

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    1. Thank you, Marie! He dedicated his book, My Reading Life, to his daughter, hoping for a reconciliation. So glad that he had that pleasure before passing on. Reconciliations are something to celebrate! Do you recall who the reader was for the audio book?

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          1. I read in Wikipedia that Conroy and Stephen King and a few others had a benefit to help Muller and his family after the accident. It’s a bit of balm to know people came together for him. If you have an Audible membership, you can find Muller’s narration there. Even if you don’t have a membership, you could sample it for free 🙂

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            1. That is wonderful to know. Stephen King always impresses me as a man of integrity, an all around good man. I will look forward to hearing his narrative voice. What a great thing to do with one’s gifts and time!

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  4. What a beautiful post, Carla. Thanks for writing this. I am so sorry I only read his books after he died. I wanted to meet him, perhaps attend a reading or a master class after reading his books. I’m also glad he and his friend Roland started the Literary Center for writers.


    1. Cynthia – Thanks for reading it! I re-read it, and I can’t believe that I had actually seen him at a live reading in Sierra Madre, California, and he signed a couple of books for me. Perhaps, it is because I always wanted to see him again! From what others have said, he was warm and generous.

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      1. I’ve since read a lot about him and think I would have liked him. when I read South of Broad, I realized that he captured the voices of his Black characters so well that he had to have spent a lot of time getting to know Black people well. I only read about the true story behind the Water is Wide later on.


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