An intimate memoir of Michael Mewshaw’s friendship with Pat Conroy, one that involves their families and those days in Rome when they were both young―when Conroy went from being a popular regional writer to an international bestseller.
... an intimate, affectionate and candid portrait of [Mewshaw's] friendship with Conroy ... In a letter to Mewshaw in 2003, Conroy asked him to write about 'you and me and what happened.' In The Lost Prince, Mewshaw lovingly, colorfully and splendidly does just that.
Resonantly poignant ... Conroy, we quickly come to see, was a complicated, egocentric, generous-when-he-felt-like-it personality; and although Mewshaw stands forthrightly as an estimable personality, not taking refuge in the shadow of his more-famous friend, the book’s lasting value lies in Mewshaw’s letting Conroy’s vibrancy, whether striking the reader as a positive or negative factor, shine through.
Breezy, sympathetic, and affectionate ... Their families also became close, and Mewshaw writes extensively about these relationships—sometimes too much ... The book is full of wonderful anecdotes and vignettes about fellow writers William Styron, Mark Helprin, Nora Ephron, and Gore Vidal ... A fiercely honest and melancholy portrait.