I was stunned by the abuse Conroy overcame - I had read many of his other books about his father, and his father had seemed tough and overbearing, but deep down lovable. Both men were marked by that losing season. Of course, neither is the case. From that moment until he was 21, the future author defined himself through the game of basketball. I would not sell my soul to be playing college ball somewhere in this country tonight, but I would give it long and serious consideration. That is a wound that can eventually heal. Fine+ in Near Fine dust jacket.
But for the handful of families on Yamacraw island, America is a world away. The book is at its best when it describes the coach and the other players. Although the vast majority of books that have Lexile measures did not change, a small subset of books required updated Lexile measures. Recounting the emotional destruction that is Plebe life freshman military hazing to the harsh demands of athletic scholarships vomiting on the basketball court during six-hour workouts , it is the story of a terrible rise to manhood in a microcosm. As an observer of character, he vividly brings to life the individual boys who make up the team. This is a 402 page memoir of the author's last year playing basketball as captain of the Citadel Bulldogs. On the one hand is the brutal and unrelenting contempt of his marine colonel father, a child abuser and wife beater.
Plot Summary: Conroy tells the story of his senior season 1966-67 on the Citadel basketball team and coming together with his teammates. Conroy later recognizes this voice as the beginning of his awareness of himself as a novelist — as someone whose job is to see through the surfaces of other people. Signed by the author on the title page. The subject matter of the coach, the team and the ill-fated 66-67 basketball season was always interesting and engaging. I would listen to this book again. As for me, I'm just happy its over.
It didn't really compute for me. And it may well want to show the reader how to do the same. His recounting, especially, of his meeting with basketball teammate Al Kroboth would make even the harshest critic shed a tear. In the 1966-67 season, the Citadel basketball team enjoyed a few victories and suffered a string of defeats, but their true triumphs came when the team pulled together and played the kind of joyous basketball that exceeded the sum of the players' individual talents. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. I was attracted more by the theme of loss and its lessons. Yet both examples offer powerful stories.
Conroy displays a great story line in this spectacular memoir. He chronicles the highs and lows of that fateful 1966â67 season, his tough disciplinarian coach, the joys of winning, and the hard-won lessons of losing. As far as I was concerned in 2003, this was not a book about basketball. In writing about basketball, Conroy finds a vessel to chew, interpret, and shape so much of his past, and out of it life's meaning. There are ruminations about the nature of time and the general philosophy of time.
But this book was so painfully boring that I finally decided to give up after reading 200 pages. Check my feedback to see that I sell exactly as I describe. Without the safeguard of fiction, America's ultimate storyteller turns to the story of his own boyhood. Accounts of how Conroy reconciled with his father years after the basketball season. On the other hand is the withering scorn of Conroy's arbitrary and capricious coach, Mel Thompson.
It seems that writing about all of the near breakdowns during his formative years, which should have been cathartic, instead caused a gloom to spread over him. Save your money on this one, listeners, and read the pages, where you can hear Pat Conroy's voice in your head pronouncing the names correctly. Once I started into this book, I could not put it down. A First Edition, First Printing. He was reserved and serious and considered the players juvenile and frivolous.
Although it is a lot about basketball and the games that team played, it also explores his Another book I pulled from my bookshelves while riding out our snowpocalypse. With that said, I thoroughly enjoyed this book because it is so much more than a story about the game of basketball. Whenever I got into the game for the rest of the year, I would play it as I was born to play it, I would play it with reckless abandon. I know this is a strange thing to say about a book that is mainly about basketball, but I enjoyed this book with the exception of the play-by-play basketball game parts. He's all Marine -- fighter pilot, king of the clouds, and absolute ruler of his family.