My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The most interesting thing about Frank McCourt’s second book was to see what he would do with his life now that he was grown-up. However, having said that, there are a few events that might not have happened to him in the USA if he hadn’t been so naïve. For me this was a most intriguing and beguiling ‘coming of age’ tale, with funny and shocking events in equal measure. Now we read about Frank and his own problems with booze. Never quite as serious as his own father but, nevertheless, affecting his aims and relationships including the one with his mother and even with his desperate love life.
Although it was understandable, there were times in this book that I found the likeable boy growing up in Angela’s Ashes was much less likeable, who needlessly did or said things that reflected a kind of bitterness about his poor Irish roots. McCourt’s style of writing still has its own special kind of immediacy making one hasty to continuously turn the pages for the tale to unfold so uniquely.
It was heart breaking at times when we discover some of Frank’s health problems have stayed with him in America. Encouraged from all sides to ‘stick with your own kind’ and often mocked if he tried to do so, he achieves a measure of success in teaching and writing, but only after a tremendous battle with cynical kids and pompous colleagues.
Highly recommended.
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