Tuesday, December 28, 2010
What can I say? It's Conroy. It's Southern writing at its peak - so don't expect any Hemingway sentences. It's flowery and effusive and beautiful and breath-taking. I can't rave about it enough - and I can't wait to get into his fiction.
Yes, yes, yes on the entertainment value. Like I mentioned above, I didn't make it through a single chapter without crying. Especially the chapter on his English teacher. It was touching and inspiring and, at the same time, mirrored many of my thoughts on books, reading, and education. And can I just say that Conroy writes about Daufuskie Island? I am the proud winner of a Daufuskie Island crab race with my prize crab, Lassie. Ok, so I was only four or five at the time, but still.
While Conroy's Southern voice clearly comes through, the book is mainly about the literary life and what it means to be a reader and a writer. I highly recommend it.
Posted by Julie G at 4:47 PM