Frank McCourt Dead At 78

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HILLEL ITALIE | 07/19/09 08:44 PM | AP

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FILE - In this Oct 29, 2007 file photo, author Frank McCourt arrives at "The Kite Runner" post screening dinner party in New York. Brother Malachy McCourt says Frank McCourt died Sunday afternoon July 19, 2009, at a Manhattan hospice in New York City at age 78. (AP Photo/Peter Kramer, file)

NEW YORK — Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of "Angela's Ashes," the Pulitzer Prize-winning "epic of woe" about his impoverished Irish childhood, died Sunday of cancer.

McCourt, who was 78, had been gravely ill with meningitis and recently was treated for melanoma, the deadliest form of skin cancer and the cause of his death, said his publisher, Scribner. He died at a Manhattan hospice, his brother Malachy McCourt said.

Until his mid-60s, Frank McCourt was known primarily around New York as a creative writing teacher and as a local character – the kind who might turn up in a New York novel – singing songs and telling stories with his younger brother Malachy and otherwise joining the crowds at the White Horse Tavern and other literary hangouts.

But there was always a book or two being formed in his mind, and the world would learn his name, and story, in 1996, after a friend helped him get an agent and his then-unfinished manuscript was quickly signed by Scribner. With a first printing of just 25,000, "Angela's Ashes" was an instant favorite with critics and readers and perhaps the ultimate case of the non-celebrity memoir, the extraordinary life of an ordinary man.

"F. Scott Fitzgerald said there are no second acts in American lives. I think I've proven him wrong," McCourt later explained. "And all because I refused to settle for a one-act existence, the 30 years I taught English in various New York City high schools."

The book has been published in 25 languages and 30 countries.

McCourt, a native of New York, was good company in the classroom and at the bar, but few had such a burden to unload. His parents were so poor that they returned to their native Ireland when he was little and settled in the slums of Limerick. Simply surviving his childhood was a tale; McCourt's father was an alcoholic who drank up the little money his family had. Three of McCourt's seven siblings died, and he nearly perished from typhoid fever.

"Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood," was McCourt's unforgettable opening. "People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty, the shiftless loquacious father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests, bullying schoolmasters; the English and all the terrible things they did to us for 800 long years."

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The book was a long Irish wake, "an epic of woe," McCourt called it, finding laughter and lyricism in life's very worst. Although some in Ireland complained that McCourt had revealed too much (and revealed a little too well), "Angela's Ashes" became a million seller, won the Pulitzer and was made into a movie of the same name, starring Emily Watson as the title character, McCourt's mother.

Author Peter Matthiessen, who became friendly with McCourt after "Angela's Ashes" came out, said he was "stunned" when he read it.

"I remember thinking, 'Where did this guy come from?" Matthiessen said. "His book was so good, and it came out of nowhere."

The white-haired, sad-eyed, always quotable McCourt, his Irish accent still thick despite decades in the U.S., became a regular at parties, readings, conferences and other gatherings, so much the eager late-life celebrity that he later compared himself to a "dancing clown, available to everybody." His friend and fellow memoirist Mary Karr once kidded him that her idea of a rare book was an unsigned copy of "Angela's Ashes."

McCourt told The Associated Press in 2005 he wasn't prepared for fame.

"After teaching, I was getting all this attention," he said. "They actually looked at me – people I had known for years – and they were friendly and they looked me in a different way. And I was thinking, `All those years I was a teacher, why didn't you look at me like that then?'"

But the part of it he liked best, he said, was hearing "from all those kids who were in my classes."

"At least they knew that when I talked about writing I wasn't just talking through my hat," he said.

Much of his teaching was spent in the English department at the elite Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, where he defied the advice of his colleagues and shared his personal stories with the class; he slapped a student with a magazine and took on another known to have a black belt in karate.

After "Angela's Ashes," McCourt continued his story, to strong but diminished sales and reviews, in "'Tis," which told of his return to New York in the 1940s, and in "Teacher Man." McCourt also wrote a children's story, "Angela and the Baby Jesus," released in 2007.

More than 10 million copies of his books have been sold in North America alone, said Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Inc.

"We have been privileged to publish his books, which have touched, and will continue to touch, millions of readers in myriad positive and meaningful ways," Simon & Schuster CEO Carolyn Reidy said in a statement.

McCourt was married twice and had a daughter, Maggie McCourt, from his first marriage.

His brother Malachy McCourt is an actor, commentator and singer who wrote two memoirs and, in 2006, ran for New York governor as the Green Party candidate. At least one of his former students, Susan Gilman, became a writer.

McCourt will be cremated, his brother said. A memorial service is planned for September.

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Associated Press writer Tom McElroy contributed to this story.

NEW YORK — Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of "Angela's Ashes," the Pulitzer Prize-winning "epic of woe" abou...
NEW YORK — Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of "Angela's Ashes," the Pulitzer Prize-winning "epic of woe" abou...
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Bye Frankie!!! Now you can be with your mother, sister and 2 brothers.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:29 PM on 07/19/2009
- jalowe1957 I'm a Fan of jalowe1957 38 fans permalink
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It may have been late in life, but better late than never when it comes to one's talents coming to fruition.

Rest peacefully, Frank. The recognition you received was truly deserved.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:25 PM on 07/19/2009
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Frank McCourt was a fascinating man. He could take abject and utter poverty and make it compelling. He was a true wordsmith, and I loved his essays on teaching as well. An example of his teaching technique as cited by the New York Times:

“I remember a dialogue with a shy student. The kid said, ‘I did my homework.’ McCourt said: ‘No, no, no. What did you do when you walked in? You went through a door, didn’t you? Did you have anything in your hands? A book bag? You didn’t carry it with you all night, did you? Did you hang it on a hook? Did you throw it across the room and your mom yelled at you for it?’ And on and on, until enough significant glimpses of the boy’s life emerged to begin to paint a picture."

It's a technique I now use when writing in my journal about my day.

Thank you, Mr. McCourt.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:20 PM on 07/19/2009
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He was a fine writer, and a superb teacher.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:12 PM on 07/19/2009
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ah FICK! gOD Bless you Frank Mc, you made me smile. We'll meet again amigo. Viya con Dios.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:07 PM on 07/19/2009
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I Loved Angela's ashes... ! ! !

Sorry to hear of Frank McCourt's passing. He was a gifted storyteller.

He had such wonderful sense Irish humor that penetrated throughout this book that without it, the sadness of the stories, would be to difficult to read.

Condolences to his family.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:02 PM on 07/19/2009
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Good Night, Frank. I had a shot of Jamesons' in your name tonight.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:59 PM on 07/19/2009
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Erin go bragh, Frank! I'll always remember the day that you signed my copy of "Angela's Ashes".

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:58 PM on 07/19/2009

My condolences to his brother and family. May his soul rest in a warm pub after many years spent in the public school classroom. He will be missed and his stories will live on. Thank you Frank McCourt for sharing ypur life with us.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:35 PM on 07/19/2009

Oh this is sad. 78 is young......

Angela's Ashes, what a storey and so well written. I was so hungry reading that book. I never looked at a simple egg the same after reading that book.

RIP, what a gift to life and the way he lived it is a lesson to all of us.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:35 PM on 07/19/2009
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Well said. "Angela's Ashes" is to poverty what "All Quiet on the Western Front" is to war. And as a reminder, they are basically about the same thing: violence - Gandhi was correct in saying that poverty is one of the worst kinds of viruses.

As I related to a friend at the time, he saying "what could be better than an egg?"

And my friend replied, "What could be better than an egg?"

That was 12 years ago. I'm still thinking that one through.

Another great Irish writer. A nation of poets.

As one of the local columnists in my home town said: "history is written by the victors, so in most histories, the victor turns out looking good. But not for the British in Ireland. They were the victors for 800 long years, but they couldn't stop the Irish from telling their stories. Of which McCork's is a fine contribution.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 10:01 PM on 07/19/2009
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I own and enjoyed all of his bestsellers.
Thank you.,sir,for sharing your gift with us.
RIP Frank McCourt.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:34 PM on 07/19/2009
- themeeg I'm a Fan of themeeg 9 fans permalink

A sad day.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:24 PM on 07/19/2009
- brigadere I'm a Fan of brigadere 11 fans permalink

RIP Mr. McCourt, what an amazing life story. I read all of his books and fell in love with them.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:08 PM on 07/19/2009
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He really lived triumphantly and we are better for it.
RIP

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:04 PM on 07/19/2009
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I second that. He was a wonderful and gifted writer. He brought the world in which he grew up in vivid in his novels. I have several friends who were fortunate to have him as their teacher at Stuyvesant High School years ago. He was beloved by his students.

    Favorite    Flag as abusive Posted 09:12 PM on 07/19/2009

so sorry to learn of this. i loved him terribly. go to open salon and read my post there about a reading earlier this year, with frank, malachy and alphie too. was just lovely to see them altogether. so glad i had that chance.

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