Frank McCourt, author of Angela’s Ashes, ‘Tis, and Teacher Man, passed away this week.
I enjoyed McCourt’s work for the most part: I was moved, delighted, and impressed by the writer’s voice that I encountered in Angela’s Ashes, less inspired by ‘Tis, and found Teacher Man clumsy, albeit moving. But on his passing, I’d rather not respond as a reader, critic, or Irish-American, but as a teacher. He taught for 30 years in the NYC Public School System before he was a published author. He figured that a writing teacher better write, and that’s what he kept at. After all those years, he eventually found his voice, eventually found an audience, and eventually found success. There’s a hopefulness to that which can’t be denied.
Thanks, Mr. McCourt