Not too long ago The Prince of Tides was offered for $3.99 on Kindle. I realized that I had never read the novel, but I’d seen the movie. I snapped this bargain up. Though the movie captured the significant events of the story, the poetic language of the writing, is best read. I have found in writing about Conroy’s work to let his prose speak for itself. His southern voice, his affair with the language, his ability to connect emotionally with a setting, all linger on after the last page. His writing changes the rhythm of my own writing, expands my possibilities, alerts my senses. He is one of the crown jewels of my reading life.
“The boy in me still carries the memories of those days when I lifted crab pots out of the Colleton River before dawn, when I was shaped by life on the river, part child, part sacristan of tides.”
“Her secret, we would discover, was that once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.”
“Southerners don’t look at sentimentality as a flaw of character…A southerner can be moved to tears by almost any absurdity. It binds them to other southerners and makes them ridiculous to anyone born in the Northeast.”
“You could add a little vinegar to his voice and pour it on a Caesar salad.”