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Bestselling author Cassandra King Conroy considers her life and the man she shared it with, paying tribute to her husband, Pat Conroy, the legendary figures of modern Southern literature.
Cassandra King was leading a quiet life as a professor, divorced “Sunday wife” of a preacher, and debut novelist when she met Pat Conroy.
Their friendship bloomed into a tentative, long-distance relationship. Pat and Cassandra ultimately married, partly because Pat hated the commute from coastal South Carolina to her native Alabama. It was a union that would last eighteen years, until the beloved literary icon’s death from pancreatic cancer in 2016.
In this poignant, intimate memoir, the woman he called King Ray looks back at her love affair with a natural-born storyteller whose lust for life was fueled by a passion for literature, food, and the Carolina Lowcountry that was his home. As she reflects on their relationship and the eighteen years they spent together, cut short by Pat’s passing at seventy, Cassandra reveals how the marshlands of the South Carolina Lowcountry ultimately cast their spell on her, too, and how she came to understand the convivial, generous, funny, and wounded flesh-and-blood man beneath the legend—her husband, the original Prince of Tides.
384 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 29, 2019
"One whole room, down the hall from his office, was dedicated to Pat's books, with library-style shelves that could be accessed from either side. When Pat walked into the room for the first time, he stared in disbelief, then his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. From then on he spent endless hours in his library arranging and rearranging his beloved books. I've never known anyone, before or since, who loved books the way he did."
"For the man who wrote so powerfully of the place he'd claimed as his own, that scene had to be the last he would see. In his own words from 'The Prince of Tides,' the Lowcountry was his anchorage. It would be his final port of call."
"I loved the majestic oaks with their low, graceful branches, but the Carolina palmettos I regarded with a grudging admiration. It's almost impossible to bring a palm tree down, no matter how strong the wind or how heavy the rain. Palmettos are made of sturdy stuff and resistant to harsh weather conditions. They withstand the ravages of wind and rain by bending, not breaking. We can learn from them."