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The Prince of Tides: A Novel

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Product Description “A big, sprawling saga of a novel” (San Francisco Chronicle), this epic family drama is a masterwork by the revered author of The Great Santini.   Pat Conroy’s classic novel stings with honesty and resounds with drama. Spanning forty years, it’s the story of turbulent Tom Wingo, his gifted and troubled twin sister, Savannah, and their struggle to triumph over the dark and tragic legacy of the extraordinary family into which they were born. Filled with the vanishing beauty of the South Carolina Low Country as well as the dusty glitter of New York City, The Prince of Tides showcases an American original at his very best.   Praise for The Prince of Tides   “This is a powerful book. . . . [Pat] Conroy is a master of language.” —The Atlanta Journal   “A big, sprawling saga of a novel . . . the kind you can hole up with and spend some days with and put down feeling that you’ve emerged from a terrible, wonderful spell.” —San Francisco Chronicle   “A literary gem . . . The Prince of Tides is in the best tradition of novel writing. It is an engrossing story of unforgettable characters.” —The Pittsburgh Press   “A masterpiece.” —Detroit Free Press   “Brilliant.” —Chicago Tribune Review “Reading PAT CONROY is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel.” – Houston Chronicle “A big, sprawling saga of a novel . . . the kind you hole up with and spend some days with and put down feeling you have emerged from a terrible, wonderful spell.” – San Francisco Chronicle “A masterpiece.” – Detroit Free Press “This is a powerful book. . . . CONROY is a master of language.” – The Atlanta Journal From the Inside Flap as created a huge, brash thunderstorm of a novel, stinging with honesty and resounding with drama. Spanning forty years, this is the story of turbulent Tom Wingo, his gifted and troubled twin sister Savannah, and their struggle to triumph over the dark and tragic legacy of the extraordinary family into which they were born. Filled with the vanishing beauty of the South Carolina low country as well as the dusty glitter of New York City, The Prince of Tides is PAT CONROY at his very best. From the Back Cover PAT CONROY has created a huge, brash thunderstorm of a novel, stinging with honesty and resounding with drama. Spanning forty years, this is the story of turbulent Tom Wingo, his gifted and troubled twin sister Savannah, and their struggle to triumph over the dark and tragic legacy of the extraordinary family into which they were born. Filled with the vanishing beauty of the South Carolina low country as well as the dusty glitter of New York City, The Prince of Tides is PAT CONROY at his very best. About the Author 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. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One It was five o'clock in the afternoon Eastern Standard Time when the telephone rang in my house on Sullivans Island, South Carolina. My wife, Sallie, and I had just sat down for a drink on the porch overlooking Charleston Harbor and the Atlantic. Sallie went in to answer the telephone and I shouted, "Whoever it is, I'm not here." "It's your mother," Sallie said, returning from the phone. "Tell her I'm dead," I pleaded. "Please tell her I died last week and you've been too busy to call." "Please speak to her. She says it's urgent." "She always says it's urgent. It's never urgent when she says it's urgent." "I think it's urgent this time. She's crying." "When Mom cries, it's normal. I can't remember a day when she hasn't been crying." "She's waiting, Tom." As I rose to go to the phone, my wife said, "Be nice, Tom. You're never very nice when you talk to your mother." "I hate my