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    <body><![CDATA[Malachy McCourt is Frank McCourt's brother (u know Angela's Ashes). It's very obvious that they are brothers. They've got the same kind of humor and attitude to life. And they are good storytellers too. But however, the truth is that it is Frank, the older brother, who is the real literary genius, O...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42657489">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I absolutely loved this book. I found it in a used bookstore while on vacation. I'd read Angela's Ashes, 'Tis, and Teacher Man (and done book reports on the first two for school), so my eyes lit up when I saw another McCourt memoir. I was at the beach, and I had a desire for some light reading (to g...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/47010130">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I still like his writing better than Frank's (his brother).  And seeing him in person is a TREAT.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[<br/> i finished this book out of regard for frank mccourt. malachy s language is a homemade brand of funny english. this funny language and the funny episodes make the book bareable. after reading bios of jack kerouac and dylan thomas i cannot believe how much alcohol a human can drink and remain ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/66526270">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Slapped with a libel suit after an appearance on a talk show,  Malachy McCourt crows, &quot;If they could only see me now in the slums of Limerick, a big shot, sued for a million. Bejesus, isn't America a great and wonderful country?&quot; His older brother Frank's Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir, <em>Angela's Ashes</em>, took its somber tone from the bleak atmosphere of those slums, while Malachy's boisterous recollections are fueled by his zestful appreciation for the opportunities and oddities of his native land. He and Frank were born in Brooklyn, moved with their parents to Ireland as children, then returned to the States as adults. This book covers the decade 1952-63, when Malachy roistered across the U.S., Europe, and Asia, but spent most of his time in New York City. There his ready wit and quick tongue won him an acting job with the Irish Players, a semiregular stint on the <em>Tonight</em> show hosted by Jack Paar, and friendships with some well-heeled, well-born types who shared his fondness for saloon life and bankrolled him in an East Side saloon that may have been the first singles bar. He chronicles those events--and many others--with back-slapping bonhomie. Although McCourt acknowledges the personal demons that pursued him from his poverty-stricken childhood and destroyed his first marriage, this is on the whole an exuberant autobiography that pays tribute to the joys of a freewheeling life.]]>
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    <![CDATA[A Monk Swimming: A Memoir]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I really enjoyed (if that is the right word) Angela's Ashes but Malachy McCourt's story held little interest for me. He resented his father for leaving and being an alcoholic and yet didn't seem to be able to see that he was no better. His stories all revolve around large amounts of alcohol being co...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/53452749">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Malachy is hilarious. Everything he writes, whether the subject is sad or not, makes you laugh out loud. However, I wasn't a huge fan of his writing style. It was kind of disconnected and sometimes I'd skip big chunks of the story before I realized what I'd done. I doubt I'll rush out to buy his oth...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/45512831">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book wasn't as well written as Malachy's brother Frank's Angela's Ashes and Tis was. Although he makes a good attempt at getting his story across, I found his choice of words at times left alot to be desired. I feel he could have written a better memoir that would have held the readers attentio...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/50093255">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Not as good as expected. This guy was a bit of a 'cavalier', telling his tales of drinking, fighting, womanising and gold smuggling.  I wonder what he's doing these days though?  Ah! Wikipedia of course<br/><br/><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malachy_McCourt" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malachy_McCourt">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malachy_McC...</a><br/>and<br/><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.malachymccourt.com/">http://www.malachymccourt.com/</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Read this for our book club. I emailed Malachy and asked him what we should discuss and he wrote back:<br/><br/> <br/> <br/>DEAR KELLY GIRL <br/> <br/>                           A GOOD QUESTION IS WHY WOULD A MAN WHO HAS SUFFERED A FATHERS DRINKING AND DESERTION DO EXACTLY THE SMAE THING AND W...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1489386">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Slapped with a libel suit after an appearance on a talk show,  Malachy McCourt crows, &quot;If they could only see me now in the slums of Limerick, a big shot, sued for a million. Bejesus, isn't America a great and wonderful country?&quot; His older brother Frank's Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir, <em>Angela's Ashes</em>, took its somber tone from the bleak atmosphere of those slums, while Malachy's boisterous recollections are fueled by his zestful appreciation for the opportunities and oddities of his native land. He and Frank were born in Brooklyn, moved with their parents to Ireland as children, then returned to the States as adults. This book covers the decade 1952-63, when Malachy roistered across the U.S., Europe, and Asia, but spent most of his time in New York City. There his ready wit and quick tongue won him an acting job with the Irish Players, a semiregular stint on the <em>Tonight</em> show hosted by Jack Paar, and friendships with some well-heeled, well-born types who shared his fondness for saloon life and bankrolled him in an East Side saloon that may have been the first singles bar. He chronicles those events--and many others--with back-slapping bonhomie. Although McCourt acknowledges the personal demons that pursued him from his poverty-stricken childhood and destroyed his first marriage, this is on the whole an exuberant autobiography that pays tribute to the joys of a freewheeling life.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Malachy... as funny as his brother... maybe more so.  Good, light-hearted, entertaining book.  Oddly enough, I think of it at church alot... ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I guess I didn't like this McCourt brothers style of writing. I felt there was a lot of bragging in the book, although some of it was fun. I just didn't think it was as well written or a good read as Angela's Ashes.]]></body>
    
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