Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Book/Movie - "Angela's Ashes" by Frank McCourt

my opinion

As I read and watched the film of Angela's Ashes I was deeply sad as it reminded me the childhood stories of my mother . Where no clothes, no food or warm water was there. Where your sisters were the only people who could listen to your sorrows. Where your own mother would burn your favorite doll because she thought you were too young to play with dolls.
You were not allowed to talk, ask questions, you were there to work and support your growing family. You would wear your uniform till the sleeves were up to your elbows and the skirt would be short so you could see your bum.
It's -25 and you have no coat, you have to run for 30 minutes to keep yourself warm and make sure not to be late for school.

We had terrible times in our human history,in every part of the world.
"Angela's Ashes" by Frank McCourt helped me to observe and build a better understanding of Iris culture.

I liked the review by the customer of Angela's Ashes.

"Angela's Ashes is a book so filled with remorse and sadness, it's amazing that the reader somehow finds them self completely and joyfully satisfied. The novel revolves around the penniless childhood of Frank McCourt and begins in America with four-year-old Frank and his three year-old brother Malachy, who bears the same name as his father, and the infant twins, Eugene and Oliver, and the memories of the baby Margaret, "already dead and gone." Your heart goes out to the poor family, blessed with a loving mother, Angela, and yet cursed with a father who means well, but is constantly drunk or yearning for the "pint," as they call it. Early in his life, McCourt's family moves to Ireland, with help from his aunts and grandmother. Unfortunately, money is not easily found in Ireland either, and the McCourt family migrates from home to home, barely surviving on the few shillings Malachy McCourt doesn't spend at the local pub. The McCourts experience tragedy upon tragedy. His physical romance with a young lady named Theresa Carmody sick with consumption, his unfortunate habit to "interfere with himself," and the sad moment when in a drunken stupor on his first pint he strikes his own mother causes Frank to fear he is doomed to an eternity in hell. Unbelievably, despite all of the terrible things that happen in Frank's childhood, there are moments described in the book that give the reader a complete sense of joy and hope. I immensely enjoyed this memoir and would recommend it to any reader. I was especially enamored of the style of writing in which Frank McCourt chose to write. The words seemed as if they gently tumbled directly out of the mouth of the seven-year-old Frankie, or mischievously flew from Frank as an thirteen-year-old "working man." This novel was exquisitely written and is a jewel to read, as well as a treasure to remember."



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