martedì 13 dicembre 2011

Angela's ashes Frank Mccourt ...

Angela's ashes Frank Mccourt ... who knows why chose this title for his first, intense and wonderful novel. Angela was her mother, frail woman but at the same time, strong, and "his" ashes are those of the fireplace before which, in the course of the novel, we see often crying or cigarettes that are her only consolation and the only luxury in a life of hardship ...



It is difficult to find words worthy of this autobiographical novel, capable of arousing many emotions, I have read twice, and often I open a page at random and I read somewhere ... The librarian which I advised you to read it if he is in love and now recommend to everyone!



It is the story of childhood and Adolescence of Frankie and his family, right through the point of view of Frank-child, style, it is almost always informal and colloquial.

Frank's parents are Irish but he was born in America, when he was four years old, however, return to Ireland ...

It is a story full of poverty, hunger, illness, grief and humiliation but also irony, love, desire to live and a fixed idea, a hope that gives the strength to go on: return to America, the land of opportunity.

Here's how on the first page of the book the author explains his story:



"Thinking back to my childhood, I wonder how I managed to survive. Of course it was an unhappy childhood, otherwise there would be no taste. But an unhappy childhood is worse than an Irish childhood unhappy whatever, and an unhappy childhood and Irish Catholic is worse.

People boasting or complaining of woes suffered in the first years of life if it finds everywhere, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: poverty, alcoholic father chatty and good for nothing; the mother pia and derelict who groans by the fire; priests puffed up; the arrogant masters; the British and terrible things that have made us long for eight hundred years ...

And then, all that humidity. "



A particularly controversial figure but not totally negative # # of the novel is the father of author: fervent Patriot and alcoholic, spends wages or unemployment benefits in the pub leaving the family in despair.



"It's night but [dad] forces the same me and Malachy to stand up out of bed. Has the smell of alcohol on him. In the kitchen we pack at attention. Two US soldiers and we must promise us that we will die for Ireland.

Yes, Dad, you. "



"The maestro says it is a wonderful thing to die for the faith and dad says it's a wonderful thing to die for Ireland and then I wonder if there is anyone in the world that we would want to live".



It's a dramatic story but the fact that it is "filtered" through the eyes, the words and emotions of a child with its simplicity and naivety # more a good dose of irony, but that is of Frank now adult … # avoid that the result is a long lament pathetic. Instead ... it's heartbreaking but does move and smile, laugh, cry and reflect.

In short, is a must-read book!

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