Rarely, and only if you're very lucky, a book will fall into your hands that changes your life forever: a gift from the gods, a child born of muses and midwifed by Chaucer and Shakespeare, Ovid and Eliot, Williams and O'Connor and Plath. A book whose bindings open virginally, secretly, sacredly to make you fall in love again with God and language and humanity and close to make you weep that this ephemeral thing, this little lifetime in 528 pages, this sweet friendship is now over.
A Story.
Read South of Broad by Pat Conroy.
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I've always liked Conroy as a writer. Excellent storyteller, good use of language without trying to be all "James Joyce-ish" on me.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't heard that he had a new book, but now I'm gonna look for it.