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Liam
20-Jul-2009, 04:05
"Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of "Angela's Ashes," the Pulitzer Prize-winning "epic of woe" about his impoverished Irish childhood, died Sunday of cancer.

McCourt, who was 78, had been gravely ill with meningitis and recently was treated for melanoma, the deadliest form of skin cancer and the cause of his death, said his publisher, Scribner. He died at a Manhattan hospice, his brother Malachy McCourt said.

Until his mid-60s, Frank McCourt was known primarily around New York as a creative writing teacher and as a local character -- the kind who might turn up in a New York novel -- singing songs and telling stories with his younger brother Malachy and otherwise joining the crowds at the White Horse Tavern and other literary hangouts.

But there was always a book or two being formed in his mind, and the world would learn his name, and story, in 1996, after a friend helped him get an agent and his then-unfinished manuscript was quickly signed by Scribner. With a first printing of just 25,000, "Angela's Ashes" was an instant favorite with critics and readers and perhaps the ultimate case of the non-celebrity memoir, the extraordinary life of an ordinary man.

"F. Scott Fitzgerald said there are no second acts in American lives. I think I've proven him wrong," McCourt later explained. "And all because I refused to settle for a one-act existence, the 30 years I taught English in various New York City high schools."

The book has been published in 25 languages and 30 countries.

McCourt, a native of New York, was good company in the classroom and at the bar, but few had such a burden to unload. His parents were so poor that they returned to their native Ireland when he was little and settled in the slums of Limerick. Simply surviving his childhood was a tale; McCourt's father was an alcoholic who drank up the little money his family had. Three of McCourt's seven siblings died, and he nearly perished from typhoid fever.

"Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood," was McCourt's unforgettable opening. "People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty, the shiftless loquacious father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests, bullying schoolmasters; the English and all the terrible things they did to us for 800 long years."

The book was a long Irish wake, "an epic of woe," McCourt called it, finding laughter and lyricism in life's very worst. Although some in Ireland complained that McCourt had revealed too much (and revealed a little too well), "Angela's Ashes" became a million seller, won the Pulitzer and was made into a movie of the same name, starring Emily Watson as the title character, McCourt's mother.

The white-haired, sad-eyed, always quotable McCourt, his Irish accent still thick despite decades in the U.S., became a regular at parties, readings, conferences and other gatherings, so much the eager late-life celebrity that he later compared himself to a "dancing clown, available to everybody."

"I wasn't prepared for it," McCourt told The Associated Press in 2005. "After teaching, I was getting all this attention. They actually looked at me -- people I had known for years -- and they were friendly and they looked me in a different way. And I was thinking, `All those years I was a teacher, why didn't you look at me like that then?'"

But the part of it he liked best, he said, was hearing "from all those kids who were in my classes."

"At least they knew that when I talked about writing I wasn't just talking through my hat," he said.

Much of his teaching was spent in the English department at the elite Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, where he defied the advice of his colleagues and shared his personal stories with the class; he slapped a student with a magazine and took on another known to have a black belt in karate.

After "Angela's Ashes," McCourt continued his story, to strong but diminished sales and reviews, in "'Tis," which told of his return to New York in the 1940s, and in "Teacher Man." McCourt also wrote a children's story, "Angela and the Baby Jesus," released in 2007.

More than 10 million copies of his books have been sold in North America alone, said Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Inc.

"We have been privileged to publish his books, which have touched, and will continue to touch, millions of readers in myriad positive and meaningful ways," Simon & Schuster president Carolyn Reidy said in a statement.
McCourt was married twice and had a daughter, Maggie McCourt, from his first marriage.

His brother Malachy McCourt is an actor, commentator and singer who wrote two memoirs and, in 2006, ran for New York governor as the Green Party candidate. At least one of his former students, Susan Gilman, became a writer.

McCourt will be cremated, his brother said. A memorial service is planned for September."

Julie
20-Jul-2009, 04:32
oh no! :( ... Angela's Ashes was the beginning that led me (via allusion.. in 'Tis ?) to Crime and Punishment and my literary awakening (of sorts) when I put down the Babysitter's Club and Nancy Drew

My friend had the chance to see/hear him speak (as part of a lecture series) last year and said he was very funny and humble

Liam
20-Jul-2009, 07:37
Thank you, Stewart, for moving this to the Writers section.

In case anyone needs the actual link (sorry, forgot to upload it), 'Tis here (http://www.mail.com/Article.aspx/us/0/APNews/US/20090720/U_US-Obit-McCourt?pageid=1)(:)):

And this one (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/20/books/20mccourt.html?_r=2&ref=global-home) is from the New York Times.


http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/07/20/obituaries/20mccourt.xlarge2.jpg


Rest In Peace, Frank McCourt (1930-2009).

P.S. Julie: he would, undoubtedly, have been touched by your story. In fact, he would only say that it made him a proud teacher, and that he had succeeded in life precisely as one.

Liam
20-Jul-2009, 11:53
More images + [an excerpt] from Angela's Ashes:





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http://www.independent.ie/multimedia/archive/00368/frank2_indo_368562t.jpg
(with wife Ellen)


http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2009/7/20/1248049724849/Frank-McCourt-001.jpg




From Angela's Ashes:



My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. Instead, they returned to Ireland when I was four, my brother, Malachy, three, the twins, Oliver and Eugene, barely one, and my sister, Margaret, dead and gone.

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.

People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years. Above all ? we were wet. Out in the Atlantic Ocean great sheets of rain gathered to drift slowly up the River Shannon and settle forever in Limerick.

The rain dampened the city from the Feast of the Circumcision to New Year's Eve. It created a cacophony of hacking coughs, bronchial rattles, asthmatic wheezes, consumptive croaks. It turned noses into fountains, lungs into bacterial sponges.

It provoked cures galore; to ease the catarrh you boiled onions in milk blackened with pepper; for the congested passages you made a paste of boiled flour and nettles, wrapped it in a rag, and slapped it, sizzling, on the chest.




L.

Flower
20-Jul-2009, 15:47
oh how sad! :(

I enjoyed "Angelas ashes" so much.....

Liam
21-Jul-2009, 12:52
Angela's Ashes is probably my favorite memoir ever written. There were some parts that I read while my hands were shaking; never before had I encountered such an avalanche of pure language, coupled with sincerity and a certain humility in the face of fate. A magnificent achievement.

beelzebubbles
21-Jul-2009, 22:00
R.I.P. Frank McCourt.

My father and I saw the man and his brother, Malachy perform A Couple of Blaguards to an appreciative crowd in a Catholic church's social hall in Bryn Mawr a couple years before Angela's Ashes was published.

For those from Bryn Mawr, it wasn't Our Mother of Good Counsel; it was the other one.

I don't know how we came upon the show, but we were glad we had. It began our appreciation of Frank McCourt.

Liam
25-Jul-2009, 11:23
I read somewhere that Malachy wrote and published his own memoir after the universal success of Frank's Angela; however, don't quote me on it.

ferns_dad
25-Jul-2009, 21:37
yeas, a tale of the bad olde days in Ireland. Eye opening for those who didn't know much about the country, glad that the Irish were doing so much better recently, and hope that they get going good again, soon.

I visited Ireland twice, once breifly in the early 70's and again in 84 for a longer time, the times were still very bad then, the few jobs available included knitting (for the women) I have an absolutely beautiful hand knitted sweater. But most of the young men were on the dole, and many of them were alcoholic.