"When I look back on my chil_dhood I wonde_r how I managed to surv_ive at all. It was, of course, a miser_able childhood: the happy chil_dhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinar_y miserable chi_ldhood is the miserable Iri_sh childhood, and worse yet is the mis_erable I_rish Catho_lic childhood."
So be_gins the lumino_us memoir of Fra_nk McC_ourt, born in Depres_sion-era Bro_oklyn to recent Ir_ish immigr_ants and raised in the slums of Limerick, Ireland. Fran_k's mother, Angela, has no money to feed the children since Fran_k's father Ma_lachy, rarely works, and when he does he drinks his wages. Yet Mal_achy does nurture in F_rank an appetite for the one thing he can pro_vide: a story.
Perhaps it is a story that accounts for Fr_ank's survival. Wea_ring shoes repaired with tires, begging a pig's head for Christmas dinner, and searching the pubs for his father, Frank endures poverty, near-st_arvation and the casual cruelty of re_latives and neighbors -- yet lives to tell his tale with eloquence, exube_rance and remarkable forgiveness.
Imb_ued with Frank McCo_urt's astounding humor and compassion -- and movin_gly read in his own voice -- An_gela's Ashes is a glorious audiob_ook that bears all the marks of a classic.