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McCourt could write about paint drying and I wouldread it, Hes just brilliant. First, let me say that I absolutely adored this book, While not as dear to my heart as the first, I think this story is moving and the voice is, as always, unique.
That said, this story is a much more familiar one than the last: Irish immigrant trying to make a life for himself in a new world, and a warenraged America.
This story, though, is much more tangible than "other" immigration stories and unique in that, throughout all the troubles, heartache, injustice, and anger, this is a story not burdened with selfpity.
That's magic.

This is the continued story of Frank McCourt see Angela's Ashes and we pick up upon his arrival in America.
His eyes are still troublesome, a testament to the poverty that has followed him across the ocean, The coldwater flat he rents is both freezing and tiny, he finds, He must stick close to other Catholics initially, and the land of opportunity, it seems, offers little opportunity to the likes of him.


Where the first book seemed startling and heartbreaking in its sudden contrast to American life, this book invokes the same feelings but with an added twinge of guilt for the fact these were our ancestors mistreating and being mistreated.
These lives were realnot a distant story, but a tangible one, McCourt's voice too is nothing short of poetry throughout:

"We said a Hail Mary and it wasn't enough, We had drifted from the church but we knew that for her and for us in that ancient abbey there would have been comfort in dignity in the prayers of a priest, proper requiem for a mother of seven.


'We had lunch at a pub along the road to Ballinacura and you'd never know from the way we ate and drank and laughed that we'd scattered our mother who was once a grand dancer at the Wembley Hall and known to one and all for the way she sang a good song, oh, if she could only catch her breath.
" Esta lectura dista mucho de lo que suelo leer habitualmente, pero de vez en cuando hay cositas que me llaman la atención y con las que he acertado siempre.

Ésta es la continuación de Las cenizas de Ángela en la que el protagonista nos cuenta desde su visión de niño como es la vida en un callejón de un pueblo de Irlanda.
Ahora nos cuenta sus vivencias desde que llega a Nueva York conaños, Nos cuenta situaciones que nos parecerían a priori rídiculas u obvias pero que son tan reales como la vida misma.
Nadie

nos enseña si vivimos en un pueblo pobre como afrontar la gran ciudad o como debemos actuar al bañarnos cuando compartimos un retrete con todas las personas que viven en un callejón.

Si tuviera que definirla con una frase sería: el que la sigue la consigue
Es una lectura muy emotiva, tierna, inocente en muchos áspectos pero también dura y cargada de sufrimiento por no saber como encajar.

Totalmente recomendado, aunque yo, . . prefiero volverme a mis crímenes sangrientos ANew York Times bestseller and the eagerly anticipated sequel to the Pulitzer Prizewinning Angela's Ashes, this masterpiece from Frank McCourt tells of his American journey from impoverished immigrant to brilliant teacher and raconteur.


Frank McCourt's glorious childhood memoir, Angela's Ashes, has been loved and celebrated by readers everywhere for its spirit, its wit and its profound humanity.
A tale of redemption, in which storytelling itself is the source of salvation, it won the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Los Angeles Times Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize.
Rarely has a book so swiftly found its place on the literary landscape,

And now we have 'Tis, the story of Frank's American journey from impoverished immigrant to brilliant teacher and raconteur.
Frank lands in New York at age nineteen, in the company of a priest he meets on the boat, He gets a job at the Biltmore Hotel, where he immediately encounters the vivid hierarchies of this "classless country," and then is drafted into the army and is sent to Germany to train dogs and type reports.
It is Frank's incomparable voicehis uncanny humor and his astonishing ear for dialoguethat renders these experiences spellbinding,

When Frank returns to America in, he works on the docks, always resisting what everyone tells him, that men and women who have dreamed and toiled for years to get to America should "stick to their own kind" once they arrive.
Somehow, Frank knows that he should be getting an education, and though he left school at fourteen, he talks his way into New York University.
There, he falls in love with the quintessential Yankee, longlegged and blonde, and tries to live his dream, But it is not until he starts to teachand to writethat Frank finds his place in the world, The same vulnerable but invincible spirit that captured the hearts of readers in Angela's Ashes comes of age,

As Malcolm Jones said in his Newsweek review of Angela's Ashes, "It is only the best storyteller who can so beguile his readers that he leaves them wanting more when he is done.
. . and McCourt proves himself one of the very best, " Frank McCourt's 'Tis is one of the most eagerly awaited books of our time, and it is a masterpiece, Frank McCourt burst on the literary scene with his memoir Angelas Ashes, which outlined his childhood lived in abject poverty in Limerick Ireland.
This book picks up where that one left off, He begins by recounting some of the overseas voyage, befriended by a priest who encourages him to talk to the “wealthy Protestants from Kentucky,” and who is dismayed when McCourts embarrassment over his teeth, his eyes, his clothing, keeps him from asserting himself.
But although nothing is as he expected and he feels more ignorant each day, theyearold Frank pursues his dreams of the American life.
Its slow going and the reader begins to wonder if hell ever get out of the slums and get his eyes and teeth fixed though we obviously know he will, because he wrote these books, after all.


Despite the obvious roadblocks in his path, Franks ingrained desire to better himself is further inspired by watching the office workers on the bus, overhearing them talk about their children or grandchildren going to college.
A stint in the Army makes him eligible for the GI bill, and he begins to take courses at NYU, And the love of a classic American blonde beauty makes his dream of a clean job, a clean wife, a clean house and clean children seem finally within his grasp.


McCourt has a way with language, His direct, presenttense style has immediacy to it that just keeps me reading, He doesnt shy away from that which is painful, embarrassing, or downright depressing, I was anxious to see him succeed, but I was frustrated with his apparent inability to get on with it, In relating the story of the young Frank McCourt he comes across as painfully lacking in selfesteem a born “loser, ” His first book ended on such a high note of hope and opportunity I was expecting more of the same, and this one didnt quite deliver.

I enjoyed this second memoir / story collection by Frank McCourt,

I listened to this on audiobook and having it told with the appropriate accent brings the stories to life, ni približno inspirirana kao njena prethodnica, "angelin prah", . ali teško da bi i mogla biti, s obzirom na egzotiku i pitoresknost odrastanja u irskom limericku, u krajnjoj bijedi, na rubu preživljavanja.

tamo gdje "angelin prah" završava, s frankovim ukrcajem na brod za obećanu zemlju, ameriku, "irac u new yorku" se nastavlja pratimo ga dok pokušava pronaći svoje mjesto pod kapom nebeskom, radi i studira, zaljubljuje se i, napokon, dobiva posao kao srednjoškolski profesor što će biti njegovo životno zvanje.
iako i dalje vješt na peru i proniciv, ovaj dio njegovog života jednostavno više nema ni emocija ni šarma koje su imale život u sirotinjskoj limeričkoj uličici.
The narration of Frank McCourt's life continues in this volume, in which he faces the adversities of life in America,

It is quite easy to understand till the beginning that this version of Frank McCourt is an older, more mature one, that, during the narration, becomes more and more aware of the hypocrisies and incoherences of the society, in a country where theoretically everyone should have the opportunity to make his own fortune but where practically it's harder than ever to make it happen.


Frank is fully conscious of his "inferiority" and often rant about it and about his jealousy towards the university students.
I really liked this part of the book, because I could totally feel what F, McCourt was saying: it was a mighty, spontaneous desire to gain all the possible knowledge, And I appreciated the importance he gave to teaching, too, however, in particular in the last part of the book, I started to disagree more and more with his tendency passivity, his inability to impose his opinions and himself over others, a behavior that made me remember of his father.


The last part of the book, then, was utterly sad, While in Angela's Ashes there was hope, in this one there was just sadness, that type that comes from disillusionment and old age, partially.


Anyhow, his writing style is still the same, even more acute I may say in stressing the inconsistencies of life.
Ci sono giornate eccezionali in cui la discussione di una poesia apre la porta a una luce bianca abbagliante e tutti capiscono i versi e capiscono di aver capito e quando la luce si smorza ci sorridiamo come viaggiatori al ritorno da un'avventura.


Con Frank McCourt accade esattamente lo stesso, Seguirlo per le strade di New York è come sbirciare in una stanza rimasta chiusa per decenni, lasciandovi entrare un fascio di luce.

Il suo passo incerto e goffo si fa più solido con il rincorrersi dei decenni, così come la sua parlata, Eppure Frank è sempre Frankie. C'è sempre la sua arguzia: scorre come una linfa nascosta agli occhi dell'interlocutore ma sulla pagina sfocia in riflessioni esilaranti, C'è sempre il suo racconto continuo che grazie all'essenzialità della punteggiatura dà l'impressione di scorrere, amalgamarsi, vivere, Forse questa è una delle caratteristiche che più amo della sua prosa: il saper raccontare gli altri come se raccontasse se stesso, L'uso del discorso indiretto, la totale assenza di virgolette con cui imprigionare i personaggi nei loro dialoghi, il fraseggio libero ma conciso: tutto si traduce in un gomitolo di vite che confluiscono nella stessa materia, la memoria e il cuore di Frankie.
Sebbene l'autore si sia cimentato nell'autobiografia, il risultato è un'opera corale di straordinaria vivacità,

Sarebbe inutile ripercorrere la trama, non posso levarvi la delizia della lettura, Ciò che importa è sottolineare quanto questo libro possa essere fondamentale per un adolescente moderno, Io ho scoperto Frankie come si scopre un caro amico, Sarà perché aveva più o meno la mia età quando è arrivato a New York o che si è ritrovato a muovere i primi passi con la goffaggine che ritrovo in me nelle grandi occasioni della vita.
Il momento in cui trovi il primo lavoro, la paura di fare una brutta impressione, l'ansia di non sentirti accettato per ciò che sei dalle persone delle quali desideri la stima.
Anche il lettore grazie a Frank diventa un membro del coro, Ci sembra quasi di avvertire bruciore agli occhi e di sentire la morbidezza dei riccioli neri sulla testa,

Le ricchezze che si possono ricavare dalla lettura sono davvero infinite: dalle riflessioni sull'insensatezza del razzismo e su quanto possa essere pesante un'identità che si indossa con scomodità dalle perplessità sull'amore a quelle sul sesso dalle stoccate inflitte agli scioperi degli anni 'alle sfuriate contro i continui lamenti delle classi agiate, incapaci di apprezzare la propria fortuna.
Neri, bianchi, portoricani, irlandesi, italiani, giovani, donne di mezza età, padri e madri allo sbando e giunti al termine del loro percorso, ragazze innamorate della schematicità di una vita monotona, classi medioalte imprigionate nei rituali della buona società: questi i personaggi che vorticano attorno a Frankie, che lo erodono come un vento a volte gentile, altre tumultuoso.


"Non avete voglia di scrivere della vostra vita per la generazione ventura" Frankie, meno male che questa voglia ti è venuta.

E quando la luce si smorza ci sorridiamo come viaggiatori al ritorno da un'avventura, .