Title: 'Tis
Author: Frank McCourt
Publisher: Scribner
Date: 1999
ISBN: 0-684-84878-3
Length: 367 pages
Quote: “When the MS Irish Oak
sailed from Cork in October
1949, we expected to be in New York City in a week. Instead, after
two days at sea, we were told we were going to Montreal.”
Nevertheless, Frank
McCourt found his way to New York City. This is, by and large, a
factual memoir, although details have been changed. It's the classic
immigrant story: clueless penniless youth comes to America, gets
hard work for low pay, suffers, gets breaks, gets better jobs,
becomes able to support his family, and eventually becomes at least
semi-rich and semi-famous as an author.
McCourt's
better known book, Angela's Ashes,
was sometimes criticized for being too rough and raw. There's some
coarseness in 'Tis,
too, although nothing likely to bother anybody who grew up reading
Judy Blume: “for once in my life I resist the sin and turn on my
side and go to sleep,” “The great Boss presses the button for the
elevator and while he's waiting he shoves a finger up his nose,” “a
man sitting next to me...slips part of his raincoat over my lap and
lets his hand wander under it,” “The glug I drank is making my
stomach turn and I try to rush to the street but the door has three
locks,” “what we're gonna do when we get out of the **** army,”
are five less than tasteful bits that pop up as I open the book not
even five but four times
at random. Two of them appear on facing pages. This is not an erotic book but it is gritty, sparing no possible
quotation of a rude word or reference to a tasteless detail; it's
gritty in the peculiar way people write when they've been given
permission to mention things somebody once told them not to
mention, and so those things stand out more vividly in their minds
than the things a writer of my generation would be likely to notice
while observing the same scene. Let's just say that, of the two, I'd
be more interested in the style of dress Billie Holiday wore
during one of her last performances, not even to mention the
songs she sang, than in the profanities somebody used to critique the
performance. By and large it was the generation before my own that
found it “liberating” to quote profanities and describe vulgarities. McCourt was one of the last of that generation,
so perhaps we should forgive him.
Maybe
it's because I don't have that kind of potty-conscious memory that,
on the whole, I read 'Tis as
a cheerful, inspirational story. The boy who grew up to be Frank
McCourt was ill, recovered, served in the U.S. Army, worked his
way up to teaching and then writing. After I finished the book and
laid it down what stood out in my mind was not the icky little
details so much as the ultimate success of McCourt and his
family.
McCourt no longer needs a dollar, so 'Tis is not a Fair Trade Book, but if we can ship it together with a Fair Trade Book in one package we can consolidate the cost of shipping. $5 per book, $5 per package, to either address in the little box at the very bottom of this page.
This is a blog, so I'd like to take this opportunity to get bloggy and thank a customer (from the hack writing site) for mentioning that every single page on a web site that sells things ought to contain the seller's contact information. And, if it changes, the contact information should be updated throughout the site. A lot of things that should be on a commercial web site just aren't on this site. Paypal buttons, e.g. I tried putting them here, then realized that they weren't going to work from public-access computers or computers like the Sickly Snail, which is most of the computers I've used and very likely most of the ones readers use too. Botheration. But I checked and found that Blogspot does offer a free widget that puts the contact information on every single page and allows it to be updated across the whole site. Lovely. I hope this information can be useful to the other Blogspot bloggers who, according to the computer, really are surfing around Blogspot, apparently to see how or whether this system is working for other people since their last posts to their own Blogspot blogs were made in 2013.
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