Both my first novel Somerset and my second The Emerald Amulet are now available at a good book store called Underground Books, in Carrollton, Georgia. This small shop specializes in older books, collectors' books, and finer literature in general.
A copy signed by me can be obtained at Underground Books.
J.P. Cunningham
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Pat Conroy's book My Reading Life
On February 15th this year, I posted this note intended for Pat at his website.
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Pat, during the past five years, as I studied personal remarks by a variety of authors talking about their childhood and reading and development toward writing, I loved comments by Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, and others. I especially enjoyed the little book of notes from John Steinbeck to his editor, with John writing them each morning in 1953 (during the creation of East of Eden) not as a journal but as his daily jumpstart into writing. I dearly loved reading every “conversation” with Wendell Berry. But I’ve never enjoyed any of this more than I have this weekend in reading My Reading Life, by you. “I grew up as a word-haunted boy,” you said. And so did I, although nowhere nearly as word-gifted as you. Write forever. David Cornwell, in England, recently turned 81 and yet writes prolifically each and every year. Makes you look like a youngster at 67. Keep at it.
J.P. Cunningham
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Pat, during the past five years, as I studied personal remarks by a variety of authors talking about their childhood and reading and development toward writing, I loved comments by Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, and others. I especially enjoyed the little book of notes from John Steinbeck to his editor, with John writing them each morning in 1953 (during the creation of East of Eden) not as a journal but as his daily jumpstart into writing. I dearly loved reading every “conversation” with Wendell Berry. But I’ve never enjoyed any of this more than I have this weekend in reading My Reading Life, by you. “I grew up as a word-haunted boy,” you said. And so did I, although nowhere nearly as word-gifted as you. Write forever. David Cornwell, in England, recently turned 81 and yet writes prolifically each and every year. Makes you look like a youngster at 67. Keep at it.
J.P. Cunningham
Pat Conroy website
On Ash Wednesday this month, I posted this at Pat Conroy's website, within his own blog segment. He receives comments from readers, or at least his agency does. Pat has been busy this past year finishing the writing of a new novel.
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Pat, I just stumbled across the Jan. comment here from a lady who’d learned that you finished your most recently written novel. Best news I’ve ever gotten on an Ash Wednesday. Back in the early ’90′s, I traveled to central Mexico with the CEO of the family-owned firm employing me then. We visited the Spanish-style estate owned by a wealthy and powerful family there, while we considered a possible joint venture. The Mexican grandfather who’d built an empire of companies, maintained that home up with horse stables, a bull ring, and two tigers. The grandson of the founder hosted us that day and wandered off more than once answering his cell phone. While my boss and I stood for a minute or two admiring the caged tigers, my boss commented about his memory of the wildcat caged up within Prince of Tides. I hadn’t read that novel yet, but looked it up right after that trip. What a book. What a gift. That memory expressed by my boss surprised me. After reading that novel, though, I realized how wonderful the news had been…that Prince of Tides was worth reading and remembering. I fell in love with your style, with the substance built into your work, and with your sense of subject. Your talent is a gift for us. And, like so many people, I’ve been looking forward to your next novel. Hope you enjoy writing as much as you seem to. I enjoy reading whatever you produce. I have since I first discovered your work and the gift within it.
J.P. Cunningham
author of SOMERSET and of THE EMERALD AMULET
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Pat, I just stumbled across the Jan. comment here from a lady who’d learned that you finished your most recently written novel. Best news I’ve ever gotten on an Ash Wednesday. Back in the early ’90′s, I traveled to central Mexico with the CEO of the family-owned firm employing me then. We visited the Spanish-style estate owned by a wealthy and powerful family there, while we considered a possible joint venture. The Mexican grandfather who’d built an empire of companies, maintained that home up with horse stables, a bull ring, and two tigers. The grandson of the founder hosted us that day and wandered off more than once answering his cell phone. While my boss and I stood for a minute or two admiring the caged tigers, my boss commented about his memory of the wildcat caged up within Prince of Tides. I hadn’t read that novel yet, but looked it up right after that trip. What a book. What a gift. That memory expressed by my boss surprised me. After reading that novel, though, I realized how wonderful the news had been…that Prince of Tides was worth reading and remembering. I fell in love with your style, with the substance built into your work, and with your sense of subject. Your talent is a gift for us. And, like so many people, I’ve been looking forward to your next novel. Hope you enjoy writing as much as you seem to. I enjoy reading whatever you produce. I have since I first discovered your work and the gift within it.
J.P. Cunningham
author of SOMERSET and of THE EMERALD AMULET
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