Conroy. Plain and simple and complicated. One of my favorite authors has died. Pat Conroy wrote books that I read and re-read, devouring the lyrical language that was printed on the page like a moviegoer eating popcorn. I could not get enough. I never lived in the South and never understood the mores and customs […]Read more "Conroy, Conroy"
I just spent the most fabulous days through Barcelona and Paris, made new friends, made some enemies and learned where to eat the best croquetas in all of Spain. Interestingly enough, I never left my house. I read a book and I daresay, perhaps, without robbing John Irving or Pat Conroy of any merit acquired […]Read more "The Shadow Of The Wind"
In The World According to Garp, Jenny Fields (Garp’s mother) says: ‘You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I’m going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life.’ I hope your life was […]Read more "Day 224: The World According To Garp"
I love Pat Conroy’s writing. He wrote The Lords of Discipline, The Great Santini and The Prince of Tides. Although all of these books are special in their own right, my favorite is one of his lesser known works (other than The Water is Wide: Conrack), Beach Music. Beach Music, with its complex themes of […]Read more "Last Monday Night of the Month Book Club: Beach Music"
Just finished it a couple of weeks ago and soon to be a major motion picture. I could not put it down.Read more "Last Monday Night of the Month Book Club: Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter"
My final two Frost poems that I love and wanted to share with you. Good night everyone. Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I […]Read more "Final Poems: More Robert Frost"
As I stay in my poetic sharing mood, here is yet another piece of writing that always manages to get to me. It reminds me of someone very dear to me, who somehow took a father figure in my life when my Dad was gone. It is simplistic in its message yet it speaks profoundly about […]Read more "A Special Poem: If"