Get a FREE ebook by joining our mailing list today! Plus, receive recommendations for your next Book Club read. Reynolds Price — was born in Macon, North Carolina. Duke Professor of English at the time of his death. His first short stories, and many later ones, are published in his Collected Stories. The Good Priest's Son in was his fourteenth novel. Among his thirty-seven volumes are further collections of fiction, poetry, plays, essays, and translations. Price is a member of both the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and his work has been translated into seventeen languages.
Recovery was difficult. Even with the surgeon's careful hands in cutting away the malignant tumor, so many nerve cells were destroyed that these "dead" nerve endings caused excruciating pain to the point of being unbearable. Through more surgeries, more recoveries and more pain, Price finally had to face the reality that he was a paraplegic. Although the pain worsened, his senses that allowed for the mobility of his feet and legs were destroyed and lost forever. It took Price literally years to recover and adjust to his new life.
He was fortunate to have many friends who supported and helped him during these dark times. He was able to deal with his pain most effectively through biofeedback techniques and hypnosis. He overcame his depression brought on by his ordeal by throwing himself back into his work and actually emerged, in his words, a better person and a better and more productive writer. The account of the harrowing challenge that Price was made to face and endure, ends on the happy note that he views his life as a happy one and would not be willing to trade any part of it with anyone else.
Every aspect of his life, good and bad, made him who he is. Price was close to his brother, Bill, and his family and had many friends from around the country and world. He had fond memories of his deceased parents and childhood. There was really nothing to complain about. Price had led a happy and successful life and was still going strong.
At 51, Price was in relatively good health other than the usual things like farsightedness and creaking knees that one suffers from natural aging. However, Price began to notice strange sensations. He became extremely intoxicated from just one gin and tonic—his drink of choice that usually had little or no effect on him. He was late one day and told his legs to run but they could not.
Price began to have trouble walking in a straight line without visibly wobbling. He feared he might have multiple sclerosis and that fear kept him from seeing a doctor for months after the symptoms first appeared. Price had led a happy and successful life and was still going strong.
At 51, Price was in relatively good health other than the usual things like farsightedness and creaking knees that one suffers from natural aging. However, Price began to notice strange sensations. He became extremely intoxicated from just one gin and tonic—his drink of choice that usually had little or no effect on him.
He was late one day and told his legs to run but they could not. Price began to have trouble walking in a straight line without visibly wobbling. He feared he might have multiple sclerosis and that fear kept him from seeing a doctor for months after the symptoms first appeared.
Finally, the symptoms became so severe that he was forced to see his doctor. After extensive tests, Price was informed by his doctors that he had a tumor that was pencil-thick and that run almost the entire length of his spine.
Surgery was his only option. Reynolds Price — was born in Macon, North Carolina. Duke Professor of English at the time of his death.
His first short stories, and many later ones, are published in his Collected Stories. The Good Priest's Son in was his fourteenth novel. Among his thirty-seven volumes are further collections of fiction, poetry, plays, essays, and translations.
Price is a member of both the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and his work has been translated into seventeen languages. Chicago Tribune An achingly eloquent account By turns stirring and funny, anguished and joyful.
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