December 11, 2011 -Last night I finished a splendid memoir written by the irascible and charming Christopher Hitchens. It is called Hitch-22, and the title reminded me of the time I found myself talking to a fascinating man at the deep end of a swimming pool in New Orleans. He turned out to be Joseph Heller. – Pat Conroy
It doesn’t matter the season, I am never without a book. Usually, I read propped up in bed and have been known to look up and find that it is 2:00 in the morning. When I finish one book, often at bedtime, the next night I begin anew. Some in hand, some from my Kindle. You know Pat Conroy died this year and his readers continue to grieve. Late this fall a new book of his nonfiction was published. It brings together short pieces that appeared on his blog or found in other places. It’s wonderful! What else would you expect? I dare you to try and read just one short entry; Conroy is always hard to put down. Anyone who reads and loves books or even writes as I do will want this book. I’ve always loved Conroy’s work and now I understand the heart of this man all the more. I highly recommend this collection of stories that never fail to please. Conroy himself was a reader extraordinaire and proves the fact that in order to write well you must read well.
Here is a line I must share: “The word blog is the ugliest word in the English language to me…But I use it as a way to sneak back into my own writing without being noticed. A new novel awaits my arrival, prepares for my careful inspection.”
You might want to read earlier posts I have written about Conroy. Here are some of the links. There are more under the category of A Writers Writer