Tag: The Great Santini

If you want to know a man, visit a place he loved. For the late novelist Pat Conroy, that place was Beaufort, South Carolina.

We had hiked the hills and had had dinner and were drinking wine fit for the occasion. Good vintage, but not extraordinary. The mood was melancholy, as it always was in the comedown from hours of merriment that marked the energy of those blissfully young days. That is when he said it: “Boys, they’re about to make me famous, and I don’t know how to handle it.”