I first came across Beach Music nearly a dozen years ago, while looking through my father's old cassette tapes. He didn't know how he'd gotten it, but somehow he'd come to own the first few chapters of the book. And listening to those first words, I stepped into a different world. — In 1980, a year after my wife leapt to her death from the Silas Pearlman bridge in Charleston, South Carolina, I to begin life anew, taking our small daughter with me. —… read full review »