“Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year’s time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.”
— Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides
Photo: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
My favorite, after Faulkner. Prose written by poets is the best reading to me.
Three pregnant sentences hinting of a difficult birth.
Reminds one of McComb.
Absolutely!