Author:
Frank McCourt
Published:
1999
Publisher:
Scribner
Number
of Pages: 368
My
Rating: 5
Summary
from GoodReads.com:
“When I look
back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive at all. 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.”
So begins the
luminous memoir of Frank McCourt, born in Depression-era Brooklyn to recent
Irish immigrants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Frank’s mother,
Angela, has no money to feed the children since Frank’s father, Malachy, rarely
works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Malachy — exasperating,
irresponsible, and beguiling — does nurture in Frank an appetite for the one
thing he can provide: a story. Frank lives for his father’s tales of Cuchulain,
who saved Ireland, and of the Angel on the Seventh Step, who brings his mother
babies.
Perhaps it is
story that accounts for Frank’s survival. Wearing rags for diapers, begging a
pig’s head for Christmas dinner and gathering coal from the roadside to light a
fire, Frank endures poverty, near-starvation and the casual cruelty of
relatives and neighbors—yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exuberance,
and remarkable forgiveness.
Angela’s
Ashes,
imbued on every page with Frank McCourt’s astounding humor and compassion, is a
glorious book that bears all the marks of a classic.
When I think about
some of my favorite books, this one always tops the list. This is a book I have
read many times over the years and is one of the first I pick up when I feel
like rereading something.
I don’t love this
book because it’s a happy story- it’s the complete opposite of that. I don’t
read this book for the laughter- there is some but there are a lot more tears.
I love this book because of the raw and brutal honesty Frank McCourt has in
regards to his childhood and the matter-of-fact ways he looks back at it all.
In no way is McCourt trying to gain sympathy from the reader or wanting us to
feel sorry for him. He is simply trying to tell his story. And he has quite the
story to tell.
As stated previously,
this is not a happy book. In fact, I can say it might be one of the most
depressing books I have ever read. It is even more heartbreaking because it is
true. But you shouldn’t dismiss it and forget about it because Angela’s Ashes is also fascinating,
funny, and tender. It all begins as Frank looks back on how his parents met and
were married in the Depression era, not under good circumstances. The story
continues through his childhood where he has to deal with extreme poverty, an
alcoholic father, and numerous siblings, not to mention his family’s
disadvantages due to being immigrants from Ireland.
The family goes
through a lot of suffering and bad luck in New York, so they decide to move
back to Ireland and start all over. Sadly, things don’t end up much better for
them there. McCourt takes us through the years with his siblings, mother, and
father, and reflects on all of the horrible situations they find themselves in.
He also remembers hilarious incidents from his younger years, which would make
me laugh out loud. I enjoyed that his memories were often told like a child
would remember them- simply relating what he was experiencing even if he didn’t
entirely understand it at the time.
This book is unique
and special because McCourt narrates it through the eyes of his younger self, not
reasoning or thinking about choices he made at the time but rather doing what
he had to do in order to survive. As a young child, he was forced to take care
of his siblings and fend for himself without adults around to help. He was
essentially left on his own to figure out how the world worked and how to stay
alive in it.
Overall, this book
was fascinating as it gives you a look into the life of someone growing up in a
poor Irish family during the Depression. McCourt’s writing was so strong in the
fact that he was able to show things from the point of view of a child and yet
still make it lyrical and mature. You will laugh and then you will cry, cry,
cry. Go into it with an open mind and try it out- you will be in awe of Frank
McCourt’s miserable, Irish, Catholic childhood.
-Busy Brunette
Labels: Nonfiction, Rating 5