
The Lost Prince
A Search for Pat Conroy
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Narrated by:
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Bob Souer
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By:
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Michael Mewshaw
Pat Conroy was America's poet laureate of family dysfunction. A larger-than-life character and the author of such classics as The Prince of Tides and The Great Santini, Conroy was remembered by everybody for his energy, his exuberance, and his self-lacerating humor.
Michael Mewshaw's The Lost Prince is an intimate memoir of his friendship with Pat Conroy, one that involves their families and those days in Rome when they were both young - when Conroy went from being a popular regional writer to an internationally best-selling author. Family snapshots beautifully illustrate that time. Shortly before his 49th birthday, Conroy telephoned Mewshaw to ask a terrible favor. With great reluctance, Mewshaw did as he was asked - and never saw Pat Conroy again.
Although they never managed to reconcile their differences completely, Conroy later urged Mewshaw to write about "me and you and what happened... i know it would cause much pain to both of us. but here is what that story has that none of your others have." The Lost Prince is Mewshaw's fulfillment of a promise.
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Extraordinary
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Loving ode to a fascinating friendship
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Amazing, beautiful, sad
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Of course, an untreated alcoholic is going to be a shithead. Did we need to spend 7 hours listening to an illustration of this truth?
Anyhow, anyone who makes a living documenting their celebrity writer friends is a vampire.
I came away no wiser about Pat Conroy but I do recall enjoying Conroy's books so he has overcome his biographer.
Troubling
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Boe fort? Please correct this.
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Pronunciation sucks
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Wonderful story of friendship and heartache
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I found it distracting that Bob Souer mispronounced Beaufort repeatedly. As Pat’s “hometown” it featured prominently in the narrative. Perhaps a few minutes research, a quick call to anyone local, would have been worth the time.
I adore Pat Conroy
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The book became wildly uncomfortable, though, and frankly, pissy, during the last hour and a half, as the author seems to take Conroy's supposed suggestion that Mewshaw write about this period of estrangement between the two - and runs with it, resulting in private letters between Conroy and one of his daughters being included, and threads of seeming bitterness and possibly professional jealousy from Mewshaw growing stronger and stronger. Is there vindictiveness, too? I began to wonder... to the point the whole thing begins to feel tainted with... ick, and a wish I'd not bothered with this book at all.
Want to hear about horrible behavior from a later-stage alcoholic who is also a beloved public figure to many, and is no longer here to reply or defend? It's all here.
Also a trauma warning: only a small bit, and it's later in the book (two thirds through, maybe?), but there's incredibly graphic content of child sexual abuse described within. Did it belong and was it necessary to include this? I don't know. I hope permission was given by this now grown child, but if it were my family, I'd be horrified a friend - godparent? - included any of it in his own memoir.
I do wish the tone of this book had steered clear of the murky, distressing swamp it eventually fell into. A good portion of this book was interesting and enjoyable. As someone once said to me after a close friendship grew estranged: "Just work on processing and letting go, and for gawd's sakes, don't blab around about how awful your former friends are. The mud always seems to cling to the teller, no matter how innocent/victimized they feel they are."
Enjoyed it 'til the knives came out
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