I didn't get a chance to say so earlier, but I was so sad to hear of the passing of Frank McCourt on July 19. Like the best memoirists can do, he made me feel like I knew him. And for those of us who nurture the desire to write when we are, erm, older-ish, every role model in that ilk is like a little ray of hope. You know, I always harbored the secret wish to meet him someday, or at the very least, hear him speak in person. We are certainly poorer for his passing.
If you have not had the pleasure, I recommend the audio book version of Angela's Ashes, read by the author. Here's a little taste:
If you have not had the pleasure, I recommend the audio book version of Angela's Ashes, read by the author. Here's a little taste:
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