A story about the last time I consumed this — 51 weeks ago
I had read Frank McCourt’s Angelas’s Ashes, and Tis, and from first line felt he is the quintessential storyteller. But I didn’t fully appreciate him as a deeply , brutally honest writer until Teacher Man. Like some naysayers, I had (against the grain, since he is such a charming sweetheart of a guy!), felt there were some manufactured and greatly embellished scenes in his first two books. A teacher myself, I was on a plane up north, the said book in my lap, having been shoved into my carry-on madly by my son upon leaving the security gate. My son knows me very well! I loved the book, it has a depth and supreme worthiness, and not only did I survive the horrendous northern “toy-plane” flights with his help, I was awestruck as to how he survived what was probably worse than his deprived childhood….his teaching years! Well done Frank, and you are still a sweetheart!








