The other half of Limerick seemed to have lived next door to the Mc Courts.
Anyone who doesn’t fit into these categories either has their own book to sell or has absolutely no memory of it ever having rained in Limerick.
The fact that he survived this tragedy is nothing short of a miracle.
The story shows one young boy and his response to the life he lived and the people around him.
Why a culture so different to the Irish should have been so taken by Frank Mc Court’s story intrigued me no end.
I walked the streets so carefully mapped out and lovingly flagged by the Japanese fans who were obviously obsessed with every little detail of Frank’s book: “First residence: Windmill St.They used to say that if you threw a brick in Limerick you’d hit a priest.These days the priests are not so plentiful, but if you throw a brick, you’re bound to hit someone with an opinion about Frank Mc Court and his book.Frank had so much rage and anger inside of him that it inspired him to save money for America where he could turn his life around.In conclusion, Frank examined his ferocious childhood, and told a story so honest it is deeply moving.At school, Frank was made fun of because he nailed his shoes together to keep from breaking and he wore the same clothes for months.Other boys in his neighborhood would get the telegrams from their fathers who went to work in England, but Frank and his family were still suffering from poverty.His interaction with his family proves that despite the hunger and pain, love and strength come out of misery.Although the book tells the experience of an individual, the story itself is universal.(until Oliver’s Death)”; “St Joseph Church (First Communion, Confirmation)”; “Lyric Cinema (closed 1964, now parking)”.As we walked the route, we found that even the landlord at South’s pub had started to pin up Polaroid photos of himself hugging strangers with wide, white-toothed, un-Irish smiles.