Frank McCourt was born in Brooklyn in 1930. Four years later, his parents returned with him to their native Ireland. Angela’s Ashes is the painful reminiscence of the family’s desperate economic slide back to the slums of Limerick; it’s about incapacitating poverty and the countless humiliations and deprivations the McCourts suffer as they daily endure life on the brink of starvation. It is filled with the close comforts and closer conflicts of an extended family, with pints and priests and all the other accoutrements of Irish chronicles. It is, in short, a catalog of loss, distress, and faith both blind and blinding. Miraculously, McCourt makes laughter ring through every step of his remembered purgatory, lifting the world’s weight and weariness with nothing more than the lilt of his voice.
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