RIP Frank McCourt.
I remember my junior year of high school I took this English elective about the art and craft of memoir. We read Angela's Ashes, and I was like wow, this is what I want to do. I want to make people feel without manipulating them, to make something so vivid a different existence is real to you for those moments--I was allowed to feel deeply and to feel because that reality moved me to tears, not because McCourt said oh, pity me please. I cared about those characters, about that little boy.
He was 78; I am glad he is not suffering any longer.
I hope my grandpa gets to meet him in Heaven. My grandfather loved to meet new people with amazing life stories, and Frank McCourt certainly had an amazing life.
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