I can’t help but like Pat Conroy, I just can’t. Even when I roll my eyes at his long foofy sentences and all of the D-R-A-M-A. I just can’t help it. It’s the Charlestonian in me. Sue me.
South of Broad gets more right about Charleston than most books set in my home town. On the rare occasion that Conroy gets something wrong, I can forgive him.
I even forgive him for throwing in Hugo for very little good reason that I could come up with. If you wanted to do away with someone, there were better ways. If you wanted to hook Leo and Molly up again, there were also better ways. But then again, that’s what Charleston is like – all roads lead to Hugo. OK OK fine, I forgive you Conroy. Just don’t write another book that includes Hugo, please.
Oh, one more thing… shorter epilogues, please.