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⁂ free  Format Kindle South of Broad: A Novel ⁜ E-Pub Author Pat Conroy ⁹ ⁂ free Format Kindle South of Broad: A Novel ⁜ E-Pub Author Pat Conroy ⁹ PrologueThe Mansion on the RiverIt was my father who called the city the Mansion on the River He was talking about Charleston, South Carolina, and he was a native son, peacock proud of a town so pretty it makes your eyes ache with pleasure just to walk down its spellbinding, narrow streets Charleston was my father s ministry, his hobbyhorse, his quiet obsession, and the great love of his life His bloodstream lit up my own with a passion for the city that I ve never lost nor ever will I m Charleston born, and bred The city s two rivers, the Ashley and the Cooper, have ooded and shaped all the days of my life on this storied peninsula I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft tissued mollusk My soul is peninsula shaped and sun hardened and river swollen The high tides of the city ood my consciousness each day, subject to the whims and harmonies of full moons rising out of the Atlantic I grow calm when I see the ranks of palmetto trees pulling guard duty on the banks of Colonial Lake or hear the bells of St Michael s calling cadence in the cicada lled trees along Meeting Street Deep in my bones, I knew early that I was one of those incorrigible creatures known as Charlestonians It comes to me as a surprising form of knowledge that my time in the city is vocation than gift it is my destiny, not my choice I consider it a high privilege to be a native of one of the loveliest American cities, not a high kicking, glossy, or lipsticked city, not a city with bells on its ngers or brightly painted toenails, but a rufed, low slung city, understated and tolerant of nothing mismade or ostentatious Though Charleston feels a seersuckered, tuxedoed view of itself, it approves of restraint far than vainglory As a boy, in my own backyard I could catch a basket of blue crabs, a string of ounder, a dozen redsh, or a net full of white shrimp All this I could do in a city enchanting enough to charm cobras out of baskets, one so corniced and ligreed and elaborate that it leaves strangers awed and natives self satised In its shadows you can nd metalwork as delicate as lace and spiral staircases as elaborate as yachts In the secrecy of its gardens you can discover jasmine and camellias and hundreds of other plants that look embroidered and stolen from the Garden of Eden for the sheer love of richness and the joy of stealing from the gods In its kitchens, the stoves are lit up in happiness as the lamb is marinating in red wine sauce, vinaigrette is prepared for the salad, crabmeat is anointed with sherry, custards are baked in the oven, and buttermilk biscuits cool on the counter Because of its devotional, graceful attraction to food and gardens and architecture, Charleston stands for all the principles that make living well both a civic virtue and a standard It is a rapturous, dening place to grow up Everything I reveal to you now will be Charleston shaped and Charleston governed, and sometimes even Charleston ruined But it is my fault and not the city s that it came close to destroying me Not everyone responds to beauty in the same way Though Charleston can do much, it can t always improve on the strangeness of human behavior But Charleston has a high tolerance for eccentricity and bemusement There is a tastefulness in its gentility that comes from the knowledge that Charleston is a permanent dimple in the understated skyline, while the rest of us are only visitors My father was an immensely gifted science teacher who could make the beach at Sullivan s Island seem like a laboratory created for his own pleasures and devices He could pick up a starsh, or describe the last excruciating moments of an oyster s life on a at a hundred yards from where we stood He made Christmas ornaments out of the braceletlike egg casings of whelks In my mother s gardens he would show me where the ladybug disguised her eggs beneath the leaves of basil and arugula In the Congaree Swamp, he discovered a new species of salamander that was named in his honor There was no buttery that drifted into our life he could not identify by sight At night, he would take my brother, Steve, and I out into the boat to the middle of Charleston Harbor and make us memorize the constellations He treated the stars as though they were love songs written to him by God With such reverence he would point out Canis Major, the hound of Orion, the Hunter or Cygnus, the Swan or Andromeda, the Chained Lady or Cassiopeia, the Lady in the Chair My father turned the heavens into a fresh puzzlement of stars Ah, look at Jupiter tonight And red Mars And isn t Venus fresh on her throne A stargazer of the rst order, he squealed with pleasure on the moonless nights when the stars winked at him in some mysterious, soul stirring grafti of ballet footed light He would clap his hands with irresistible joy on a cloudless night when he made every star in the sky a silver dollar in his pocket He was North Star than father His curiosity about the earth ennobled his every waking moment His earth was billion footed, with unseen worlds in every drop of water and every seedling and every blade of grass The earth was so generous It was this same earth that he prayed to because it was his synonym for God My mother is also a Charlestonian, but her personality strikes far darker harmonies than my father s did She is God haunted and pious in a city with enough church spires to have earned the name of the Holy City She is a scholar of prodigious gifts, who once wrote a critique of Richard Ellman s biography of James Joyce for the New York Review of Books. For most of my life she was a high school principal, and her house felt something like the hallway of a well run school Among her students, she could run a ne line between fear and respect There was not much horseplay or lollygagging about in one of Dr Lindsay King s schools I knew kids who were afraid of me just because she was my mother She almost never wears makeup other than lipstick Besides her wedding band, the only jewelry she owns is the string of pearls my father bought her for their honeymoon Singularly, without artice or guile, my mother s world seemed disconsolate and tragic before she really knew how tragic life could be Once she learned that no life could avoid the consequences of tragedy, she softened into an ascetic s acknowledgment of the illusory nature of life She became a true believer in the rude awakening My older brother, Steve, was her favorite by far, but that seemed only natural to everyone, including me Steve was blond and athletic and charismatic, and had a natural way about him that appealed to the higher instincts of adults He could make my mother howl with laughter by telling her a story of one of his teachers or about something he had read in a book I could not have made my mother smile if I had exchanged arm farts with the Pope in the Sistine Chapel Because I hero worshipped Steve, it never occurred to me to be jealous of him He was both solicitous and protective of me my natural shyness brought out an instinctive championing of me The world of children terried me, and I found it perilous as soon as I was exposed to it Steve cleared a path for me until he died Now, looking back, I think the family suffered a collective nervous breakdown after we buried Steve His sudden, inexplicable death sent me reeling into a downward spiral that would take me many years to ght my way out of and then back into the light My bashfulness turned to morbidity My alarm systems all froze up inside me I went directly from a fearful childhood to a hopeless one without skipping a beat It was not just the wordless awfulness of losing a brother that unmoored me but the realization that I had never bothered to make any other friends, rather had satised myself by being absorbed into that wisecracking circle of girls and boys who found my brother so delicious that his tagalong brother was at least acceptable After Steve s death, that circle abandoned me before the owers at his graveside had withered Like Steve, they were bright and ashy children, and I always felt something like a toadstool placed outside the watch res of their mysteries and attractions So I began the Great Drift when Steve left my family forever I found myself thoroughly unable to fulll my enhanced duties as an only child I could not take a step without incurring my mother s helpless wrath over my raw un Stephenness, her contempt for my not being blond and acrobatic and a Charleston boy to watch It never occurred to me that my mother could hold against me my untness to transfer myself into the child she had relished and lost For years, I sank into the unclear depths of myself, and learned with some surprise that their haunted explorations would both thrill and alarm me for the rest of my life A measurable touch of madness was enough to send my fragile boyhood down the river, and it took some hard labor to get things right again I could always feel a inty, unconquerable spirit staring out of the mangroves and the impenetrable rain forests inside me, a spirit who waited with a mineral patience for that day I was to claim myself back because of my own erce need of survival In the worst of times, there was something that lived in isolation and commitment that would come at my bidding and stand beside me, shoulder to shoulder, when I decided to face the world on my own terms I turned out to be a late bloomer, which I long regretted My parents suffered needlessly because it took me so long to nd my way to a place at their table But I sighted the early signs of my recovery long before they did My mother had given up on me at such an early age that a comeback was something she no longer even prayed for in her wildest dreams Yet in my anonymous and underachieving high school career, I laid the foundation for a strong nish without my mother noticing that I was, at last, up to some good I had built an impregnable castle of solitude for myself and then set out to bring that castle down, no matter how serious the collateral damage or who might get hurt I was eighteen years old and did not have a friend my own age There wasn t a boy in Charleston who would think about inviting me to a party or to come out to spend the weekend at his family s beach house I planned for all that to change I had decided to become the most interesting boy to ever grow up in Charleston, and I revealed this secret to my parents Outside my house in the languid summer air of my eighteenth year, I climbed the magnolia tree nearest to the Ashley River with the agility that constant practice had granted me From its highest branches, I surveyed my city as it lay simmering in the hot blooded saps of June while the sun began to set, reddening the vest of cirrus clouds that had gathered along the western horizon In the other direction, I saw the city of rooftops and columns and gables that was my native land What I had just promised my parents, I wanted very much for them and for myself Yet I also wanted it for Charleston I desired to turn myself into a worthy townsman of such a many storied city Charleston has its own heartbeat and ngerprint, its own mug shots and photo ops and police lineups It is a city of contrivance, of blueprints devotion to pattern that is like a bent knee to the nature of beauty itself I could feel my destiny forming in the leaves high above the city Like Charleston, I had my alleyways that were dead ends and led to nowhere, but mansions were forming like jewels in my bloodstream Looking down, I studied the layout of my city, the one that had taught me all the lures of attractiveness, yet made me suspicious of the showy or the makeshift I turned to the stars and was about to make a bad throw of the dice and try to predict the future, but stopped myself in time A boy stopped in time, in a city of amber colored life that possessed the glamour forbidden to a lesser angel.Praise for South of BroadConroy is an immensely gifted stylist No one can describe a tide or a sunset with his lyricism and exactitude.Chris Bohjalian, The Washington PostConroy writes with a momentum that s impossible to resist People, 3 of 4 stars.Beautifully written throughout Conroy is a natural at weaving great skeins of narrative, and this one will prove a great pleasure to his many fans Kirkus Reviews starred review Conroy is a master of American fiction and he has proved it once again in this magnificent love letter to his beloved Charleston, and to friendships that will stand the test of time BookpagePraise for Beach MusicAstonishing stunning the range of passions and subjects that brings life to every page is almost endless Washington Post Book WorldBlockbuster writing at its best Los Angeles Times Book ReviewPat Conroy s writing contains a virtue now rare in most contemporary fiction passion Denver PostReading Pat Conroy is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel Houston ChronicleIncandescent Atlanta Journal ConstitutionGrand Boston GlobeLyrical evocative Beach Music is one from the heart, and it beats with a vibrancy that cannot be denied Hartford CourantBreathtaking perhaps the most eagerly awaited book of the year a knockout Charlotte Observer Beach Music attains an almost ethereal beauty Miami HeraldFew novelists write as well, and none as beautifully Conroy s narrative is so fluid and poetic that it s apt to seduce you into reading just one page, just one chapter Lexington Herald LeaderCompelling storytelling a page turner Conroy takes aim at our darkest emotions, lets the arrow fly, and hits a 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    • South of Broad: A Novel
    • 1.3
    • 43
    • Format Kindle
    • 530 pages
    • Pat Conroy
    • Anglais
    • 22 September 2017

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