The Death of Santini was good, similar to My Losing Season. I prefer his novels to his nonfiction stuff, but the nonfiction is good too, covering the same territory. I'm not sure I've ever read a writer quite as autobiographical all throughout his career as Pat Conroy. And what a messed up family. I thought that he might be exaggerating somewhat in his novel Beach Music; NOBODY can have a family as screwed up as that one. But apparently he does.
Now on to Wally Lamb's newest, We Are Water. Lamb is actually quite similar to Conroy in that he writes novels touching on the same subject matters: insanity, family dysfunction, racism. But where Conroy's books are distinctly southern, Lamb is a Yankee, and most of his characters live in New England. I loved She's Come Undone and I Know This Much Is True- IMO, these were two of the best novels I have read in the last 20 years. The Hour I First Believed was not nearly as good, though still very well written. About 70 pages into the latest one, and it's really good, back to form for Lamb, at least so far.