Well hello, Readers. I hope you’re chugging along swimmingly
today. I have to confess to those of
you expecting my usual side-splitting recap of the Women Tell All Episode that
I didn’t watch the show. As in season’s
past, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
No amount of Lone Star is capable of easing my discomfort as I sit and
watch that parade of pathetic prognostication and pettiness.
Granted, it would have been nice to see
Olivia attempt to rationalize the irrational or to see Caila transparently deny
sleeping with Ben; however, I opted for getting down some of the thoughts in my
own head instead of “investing” two hours into The Bachelor this week. I hope you all caucused or voted in your respective primaries.
Humor me if you wish. If not, I’ll try and hit it out of the park
next week when we get to the big finale.
My money is still on Lauren B.
Then again, I bet on Carolina to win the Superbowl.
I woke up a few days ago
and began my usual routine of rolling over, turning the alarm off on my iPhone,
and hitting the icon on my favorite news app in order to catch up on the events
between midnight and seven AM before getting in the shower and getting ready
for work.
We can compare and contrast
the pros and cons of the 24 hour news cycle, but I will say that it’s nice to
have something new to read every time I look at my phone. The following headline caught my
attention.
Pat Conroy, Author of ‘The Prince of Tides’
and ‘The Great Santini,’ Dies at 70
It’s difficult to say
exactly what I felt when I read that. I suppose those of you old enough to
remember the Kennedy assassination, for instance, have an idea what I’m about
to say. I remember seeing hundreds of
people on television crying in Central Park the day John Lennon was shot in
1980 and the same scene 24 years later when Kurt Cobain shot himself after
injecting a speedball of cocaine and heroin into his arm. I remember my aunt being inconsolable for
days after she heard that Mickey Mantle died in 1995. While I sympathized with those people at the
time, I did not empathize.
We all have things or
people in our lives who profoundly affect who we are and how we approach the world in front of us, yet they hardly cross our minds. We all have people in our lives who influence the
way we think, act, love, hate, feel, and view the world without us being
actively aware that they are doing it.
They seep in to our souls and remain there like water in soil feeding us
at our roots without us appreciating what they add to our existence. Entertainers, artists, celebrities,
musicians, and other seemingly subconsciously omnipresent people top this list because we
don’t know them like we do our families or close friends. It is not until we get news that one of them
has been taken away that we realize the void their absence brings in our own lives.
Pat Conroy, as the headline says above, wrote The Prince of Tides. A friend of mine gave me a copy of that book
for my birthday at a time in my life when I was at a crossroads emotionally,
professionally, and every other “-tionally” I’m failing to recall here.
I’d spent the better part of the three years
prior to that writing my own story for no one to see but the ceiling fan and me trying
to reassemble my own life and to make sense of all of the scrambled puzzle pieces of my
life and why it was where it was. What I
was left with was 400 single-spaced typewritten pages in need of a
cogent theme and an editor. It was
depressing stuff, but cathartic nonetheless.
How cathartic? Around the same
time, I began a much lighter publication called Think-It, which I publish(ed) under the pseudonym Some Guy in
Austin.
I subsequently read all of Pat Conroy's books.
Pat Conroy once wrote, “Writing
is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.” I suppose that’s true for me too.
I love his writing. His words seem to be his thoughts
effortlessly thrown onto the page in perfect order rather than chiseled and
polished sculptures gleaned from hours of assembling notes scribbled on scraps
of disheveled spiral pages ripped hastily from notebooks. He writes as if he is speaking to himself
because he was, in fact, speaking to himself.
There is no pretense, no hidden message, no paternalistic ulterior motive,
and no reticence. He is about as honest
as a writer can ever be.
He was a man of
contradictions painfully aware of the love/hate relationship he had with every
formative thing in his life. His father,
mother, family, Roman Catholicism, sports, and women, were all things that he
loved greatly, yet he was acutely aware of how all of them immeasurably wrecked
and scarred him throughout his life, save his beloved South Carolina, the state
he considered more than home.
He was a masculine
man. Athletic and hardened by a military
father who brutally beat him—mentally and physically--well into his own
adulthood, yet he was inexplicably in touch with his own feminine side and
embraced it without apology. He
understood that his own difficulty with women stemmed from a distant and
unforgiving mother while simultaneously believing her to be the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen.
His writing artfully captured (and admitted) the contradictions of "self" that most of us attempt (unsuccessfully) to reconcile throughout our adulthood rather than admitting that they cannot be "fixed," rather only managed.
Pat Conroy wrote the
following books:
• 1970:
The Boo
• 1972:
The Water Is Wide
• 1975:
A False
Spring
• 1976:
The Great Santini
• 1980:
The Lords of Discipline
• 1986:
The Prince of Tides
• 1995:
Beach Music
• 2002:
My Losing Season
• 2009:
South of Broad
• 2010:
My Reading Life
• 2013:
The Death of Santini
During college I earned my
tuition (and the rest of my living) waiting tables, bartending, and working in the
pool grill and in golf shacks. My
studying was often done in 15 minute power reading sessions with a paperback
book in one hand and a highlighter in the other so I could go back later
(usually in the middle of the night) and see what I had found important during
my shift. From undergrad, through law
school, and into the present day, I never read anything without a pen or a
highlighter in hand.
As a result, every book on
my shelf is stained with the bright yellow or pink highlights I choose to put
over phrases, paragraphs, or passages in books that catch my attention. I highlight funny things, sad things, pretty
language, or anything I find interesting.
Upon hearing about Pat Conroy’s death, I went through some of my
highlights in my favorite books of his. I’ve pasted the shorter passages below in the interest of brevity and recognition of the fact that putting in the long ones for you to read is an exercise in presumption and narcism on my part. Perhaps these will interest you to find longer passages of your own.
Pat Conroy was not a great
man. Far from it. He was immeasurably scarred by his childhood,
his parents, and his own faults were manifestations of the most horrible
aspects of those scars. He articulated
his pain, fear, confusion, and weaknesses in a way that most writers—especially
male writers—have no capacity to capture. I believe that why his readers identified
with him. He was human and he wrote about what it meant to be human. He was not a great man. But he was a great writer.
Rest in Peace, Pat.
Thanks for humoring
me. Enjoy the quotes and we’ll talk Bachelor next week. DP
“My wound is geography. It
is also my anchorage, my port of call.”
― The
Prince of Tides
“American men are allotted just as many tears
as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long
before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our
livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no
outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.”
― Beach
Music
“A story untold could be
the one that kills you.”
― Pat Conroy
“I do not have any other
way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when
it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You
get to love like that but once.”
― Beach
Music
“Fantasy is one of the
soul's brighter porcelains.”
― Beach
Music
“There is such a thing as
too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness
and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of
perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.”
― The
Prince of Tides
“Anyone who knows me well
must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest
hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.”
― The
Lords of Discipline
“There is no teacher more
discriminating or transforming than loss.”
― My
Losing Season: A Memoir
“When men talk about the agony
of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of
self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away
from the recurrent theme of blaming men.”
― The
Prince of Tides
“In family matters you can
get over anything. That's one thing you'll learn as an adult. There's a lot you
have to learn which is a lot worse than that. You'd never think of forgiving a
friend for some of the things your parents did to you. But with friends it's
different. Friends aren't the roll of the dice.”
― South of Broad
“I lived with the terrible
knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to
start. Already, I pitied that old man.”
― The
Prince of Tides
“One can learn anything,
anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.”
― Beach
Music
“You do not learn how to
write novels in a writing program. You learn how by leading an interesting
life. Open yourself up to all experience. Let life pour through you the way
light pours through leaves.”
― My
Losing Season: A Memoir
“Hurt is a great teacher,
maybe the greatest of all.”
― My Reading Life
“Always believe in things and people that
bring you pleasure. What good does it do to throw those things out the window?”
― The
Great Santini
“Love has no weapons; it
has no fists. Love does not bruise, nor does it draw blood.”
― The
Prince of Tides
“If your parents disapprove
of you and are cunning with their disapproval, there will never come a new dawn
when you can become convinced of your own value. There is no fixing a damaged
childhood.”
― The
Prince of Tides
AND FINALLY . . .
“The most powerful words in
English are, "Tell me a story.”
― My Reading Life
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| Pat Conroy 1946-2016 |
