Just finished reading the complete published (in book form) works of Frank Conroy-- a total of 5 books, four of which are pretty short.
"Stop Time": a rather disturbing memoir.
"Body and Soul": One of the best novels about music I've read.
"Mid Air": A collection of short stories.
"Time and Tide": a book about Nantucket, part of the "Crown Journeys Series".
"Dog's Bark, but the Caravan Rolls On": a collection of articles and essays several about music and musicians in which we learn that Conroy sometimes supported himself as a piano player who jammed with (amongst others) Mingus, Paul Desmond and Charlie Watts. He writes that after Mingus had "...once again sat in with me. "What's going on, Charlie? You're the best bassist in the world and I'm a putzer."
"You are," he said expansively, "an authentic primitive. That is true." He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "But you swing."
He does indeed.