Angela’s Ashes: A Memoir by Frank McCourt

AULA Library

The film version of Angela’s Ashes was gorgeous and dreary and missing what made the book so great: humor. Frank McCourt wrote a funny, funny, funny memoir that is sad as hell. “If you have anything to say,” McCourt’s grandmother told him when he was a boy, “shut up.” And so went his childhood, scoldings by teachers and priests alike, the sodden father and exhausted mother, but also family warmth and hope that countered the coldness of poverty. McCourt wrote, “It was, of course, a miserable childhood: The happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.”
Interview, Academy of Achievement, A Museum of Living History, Washington, D.C.
Obit, New York Times
“I knew nothing about American kids and their strange tribal ways, and it seemed to me that they were throbbing with sexuality, which you wouldn’t find in Ireland, because they’d knock it out of you.” Interview with McCourt, Only a Teacher, PBS

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