Comments on: Frank McCourt, Author Of Angela’s Ashes, Very Ill

By: Hoof

Hoof — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:22:19 +0000

May your spirit soar Frank and your ashes enhance the Shannon.

By: Hangar Queen

Hangar Queen — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 03:54:35 +0000

Rest easy Frank.
You lit the candle and I loved you for it.

By: Hangar Queen

Hangar Queen — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 03:54:35 +0000

A few years ago he was signing books at a Borders in Virginia. It was towards the end of the event and he was pretty wiped out. One of the book Nazis tried to shoo me away and I shouted over ‘Oi Frank! Sign one more for an auld skin from Limerick?”
He laughed,beckoned me over and sat me down for 15 mins and signed all the books I wanted. His response to the Book Nazis?
“Don’t mind those old eejits”

By: PsychoBill

PsychoBill — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 02:13:11 +0000

R.I.P. Frank,, a sad loss, condolences to family, also.

By: Seconds Out

Seconds Out — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:42:37 +0000

Goodnight and God bless Frank. A charming early obituary on ABC. Unfortunately, news of his death has not been greatly exaggerated.

http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory?id=8123014

By: mapstew

mapstew — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:07:47 +0000

R.I.P.

His writing gave me much pleasure.
It reflected a lot of the stories told to me by my mam and dad.

By: rockmother

rockmother — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:00:47 +0000

Oh. He’s gone. May his light shine bright wherever he may be. So long Frank McCourt.

By: HisGirlFriday

HisGirlFriday — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 23:17:57 +0000

#16 nicely said Nick (and Bock)

My condolences to those who knew him, and those who respected/admired him.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/20/books/20mccourt.html?_r=1&hp

By: Seconds Out

Seconds Out — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:40:39 +0000

My grandfather used go to school in 1923 and he used have to walk 400 miles every day, barefooted and completely naked. The only protection he had from the howling winds and rain was a copy of the Proclamation of Independence and a porn mag featuring a one eyed well endowed Leprechaun and a bandy legged lesbian with flaming red hair.The roads would be covered in ice in those days, even in the middle of July. And all he had to sustain him on his journey was a morsel of stale bread and the abiding memory of his recently deceased mother offing a Pikey with a sawn off as he tried to climb through her kitchen window at 3am. When he got to the school gates the Christian brother used bate him to within a half inch of his life with the axle off a Massey Ferguson. Every day this used go on until a local councilor complained that tractor axles didn’t come cheap in those days, and so the brother used an ash plant to bate the grandfather from that point on instead. But, unlike the youth of today, my grandfather was happy. “He’s a happy well adjusted child,” the Brothers, avoiding eye contact, used tell his father at parent/teacher meetings.

By: Brian Mc

Brian Mc — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 22:47:23 +0000

To “Seconds Out” & “Nemo” : Fuck you. My father was born in Vises Field in 1923. Long before I ever heard of “The McCourts” he told us stories about growing up in The Lanes. This was deprivation beyond anything your smug little brains could comprehend. McCourt related very uncomfortable truths. Truths nonetheless. These were proud, noble people who knew they had been fucked-over by society. They banded together and they survived.