South Of Broad
(Sprache: Englisch)
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A big sweeping novel of friendship and marriage (The Washington Post) by the celebrated author of The Prince of Tides and The Great Santini
Leopold Bloom King has been raised in a family shattered and...
Leopold Bloom King has been raised in a family shattered and...
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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A big sweeping novel of friendship and marriage (The Washington Post) by the celebrated author of The Prince of Tides and The Great SantiniLeopold Bloom King has been raised in a family shattered and shadowed by tragedy. Lonely and adrift, he searches for something to sustain him and finds it among a tightly knit group of outsiders. Surviving marriages happy and troubled, unrequited loves and unspoken longings, hard-won successes and devastating breakdowns, as well as Charleston, South Carolina s dark legacy of racism and class divisions, these friends will endure until a final test forces them to face something none of them are prepared for.
Spanning two turbulent decades, South of Broad is Pat Conroy at his finest: a masterpiece from a great American writer whose passion for life and language knows no bounds.
Praise for South of Broad
Vintage Pat Conroy . . . a big sweeping novel of friendship and marriage. The Washington Post
Conroy remains a magician of the page. The New York Times Book Review
Richly imagined . . . These characters are gallant in the grand old-fashioned sense, devoted to one another and to home. That siren song of place has never sounded so sweet. New Orleans Times-Picayune
A lavish, no-holds-barred performance. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
A lovely, often thrilling story. The Dallas Morning News
A pleasure to read . . . a must for Conroy s fans. Associated Press
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PrologueThe Mansion on the River
It 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 more 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 ruf ed, 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 more than vainglory.
As a boy, in my own backyard I could catch a basket of blue crabs, a string of ounder, a dozen red sh, or a net full of white shrimp. All this I could do in a city
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enchanting enough to charm cobras out of baskets, one so corniced and ligreed and elaborate that it leaves strangers awed and natives self-satis ed. 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, de ning 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 star sh, 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
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, de ning 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 star sh, 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
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Autoren-Porträt von Pat Conroy
Pat Conroy (1945 2016) was the author of The Boo, The Water Is Wide, The Great Santini, The Lords of Discipline, The Prince of Tides, Beach Music, The Pat Conroy Cookbook: Recipes of My Life, My Losing Season, South of Broad, My Reading Life, and The Death of Santini.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Pat Conroy
- 2009, 528 Seiten, Maße: 16,7 x 24,1 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Doubleday
- ISBN-10: 038541305X
- ISBN-13: 9780385413053
- Erscheinungsdatum: 12.08.2009
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for South of Broad"Conroy is an immensely gifted stylist . No one can describe a tide or a sunset with his lyricism and exactitude." Chris Bohjalian, The Washington Post
"Conroy 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 Music
"Astonishing . . . stunning . . . the range of passions and subjects that brings life to every page is almost endless." Washington Post Book World
"Blockbuster writing at its best." Los Angeles Times Book Review
"Pat Conroy's writing contains a virtue now rare in most contemporary fiction: passion." Denver Post
"Reading Pat Conroy is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel." Houston Chronicle
"Incandescent." Atlanta Journal-Constitution
"Grand." Boston Globe
"Lyrical . . . evocative . . . Beach Music is one from the heart, and it beats with a vibrancy that cannot be denied." Hartford Courant
"Breathtaking . . . perhaps the most eagerly awaited book of the year . . . a knockout." Charlotte Observer
"Beach Music attains an almost ethereal beauty." Miami Herald
"Few 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 more page, just one more chapter." Lexington Herald-Leader
"Compelling storytelling . . . a page-turner . . . Conroy takes aim at our darkest emotions, lets the arrow fly, and hits a bull's-eye almost every time." Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
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