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Frank Mccourt（弗兰克·麦考特） 著

图书标签:

• 自传
• 爱尔兰文学
• 回忆录
• 贫困
• 童年
• 家庭
• 成长
• 弗兰克·麦考特
• 文学经典
• 平装本

出版社： Simon & Schuster

ISBN：9780684843131

商品编码：19028864

包装：平装

出版时间：1997-06-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：464

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：14.99x2.54x17.02cm;0.24kg

内容简介

"When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood. People everywhere brag or 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 shcoolmasters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years. Above all we were wet!" So begins Frank McCourt's stunning memoir of his childhood in Ireland and America, a recollection of unvarnished truth and no self pity, of grinding poverty and indomitable spirit that will live in the memory long after the tape has ended. Now a major film directed by Alan Parker and starring Robert Carlyle and Emily Watson.

作者简介

Frank McCourt (1930-2009) was born in in Brooklyn, New York, to Irish immigrant parents, grew up in Limerick, Ireland, and returned to America in 1949. For thirty years he taught in New York City high schools. His first book, Angela's Ashes, won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award and the L.A. Times Book Award. In 2006, he won the prestigious Ellis Island Family Heritage Award for Exemplary Service in the Field of the Arts and the United Federation of Teachers John Dewey Award for Excellence in Education.

精彩书评

"Frank McCourt's gentle, understated voice throws into relief the admirable humour, spirit and humanity of the people who made the degradation of his childhood bearable."
--Gramophone

精彩书摘

Chapter IV
First Communion day is the happiest day of your life because of The Collectionand James Cagney at the Lyric Cinema. The night before I was so excited Icouldn't sleep till dawn. I'd still be sleeping if my grandmother hadn't come banging at the door.
Get up! Get up! Get that child outa the bed. Happiest day of his life an' him snorin' above in the bed.
I ran to the kitchen. Take off that shirt, she said. I took off the shirt and she pushed me into a tin tub of icy cold water. My mother scrubbed me, my grandmother scrubbed me. I was raw, I was red.
They dried me. They dressed me in my black velvet First Communion suit with the white frilly shirt, the short pants, the white stockings, the black patent leather shoes. Around my arm they tied a white satin bow and on my lapel theypinned the Sacred Heart of Jesus, a picture with blood dripping from it, flames erupting all around it and on top a nasty-looking crown of thorns.
Come here till I comb your hair, said Grandma. Look at that mop, it won't lie down. You didn't get that hair from my side of the family. That's that North of Ireland hair you got from your father. That's the kind of hair you see on Presbyterians. If your mother had married a proper decent Limerickman you wouldn't have this standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair.
She spat twice on my head.
Grandma, will you please stop spitting on my head.
If you have anything to say, shut up. A little spit won't kill you. Come on, we'll be late for the Mass.
We ran to the church. My mother panted along behind with Michael in her arms. We arrived at the church just in time to see the last of the boys leaving the altar rail where the priest stood with the chalice and the host, glaring at me. Then he placed on my tongue the wafer, the body and blood of Jesus. At last, at last.
It's on my tongue. I draw it back.
It stuck.
I had God glued to the roof of my mouth. I could hear the master's voice, Don't let that host touch your teeth for if you bite God in two you'll roast in hell for eternity. I tried to get God down with my tongue but the priest hissed at me, Stop that clucking and get back to your seat. God was good. He melted and I swallowed Him and now, at last, I was a member of the True Church, an official sinner.
When the Mass ended there they were at the door of the church, my mother with Michael in her arms, my grandmother. They each hugged me to their bosoms. They each told me it was the happiest day of my life. They each cried all over my head and after my grandmother's contribution that morning my head was a swamp.
Mam, can I go now and make The Collection?
She said, After you have a little breakfast.
No, said Grandma.You're not making no collection till you have a proper FirstCommunion breakfast at my house. Come on.
We followed her. She banged pots and rattled pans and complained that the whole world expected her to be at their beck and call. I ate the egg, I ate the sausage, and when I reached for more sugar for my tea she slapped my hand away.
Go aisy with that sugar. Is it a millionaire you think I am? An American? Is it bedecked in glitterin' jewelry you think I am? Smothered in fancyfurs?
The food churned in my stomach. I gagged. I ran to her backyard and threw it all up. Out she came.
Look at what he did. Thrun up his First Communion breakfast. Thrun up the bodyand blood of Jesus. I have God in me backyard. What am I goin' to do? I'll takehim to the Jesuits for they know the sins of the Pope himself.
She dragged me through the streets of Limerick. She told the neighbors andpassing strangers about God in her backyard. She pushed me into the confessionbox.
In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's a day since my last confession.
A day? And what sins have you committed in a day, my child?
I overslept. I nearly missed my First Communion. My grandmother said I have standing up, North of Ireland, Presbyterian hair. I threw up my First Communion breakfast. Now Grandma says she has God in her backyard and what should she do.
The priest is like the First Confession priest. He has the heavy breathing andthe choking sounds.
Ah...ah...tell your grandmother to wash God away with a little water and for your penance say one Hail Mary and one Our Father. Say a prayer for me and God bless you, my child.
Grandma and Mam were waiting close to the confession box. Grandma said, Were you telling jokes to that priest in the confession box? If 'tis a thing I everfind out you were telling jokes to Jesuits I'll tear the bloody kidneys outayou. Now what did he say about God in my backyard?
He said wash Him away with a little water, Grandma.
Holy water or ordinary water?
He didn't say, Grandma.
Well, go back and ask him.
But, Grandma...
She pushed me back into the confessional.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, it's a minute since my last confession.
A minute! Are you the boy that was just here?
I am, Father.
What is it now?
My grandma says, Holy water or ordinary water?
Ordinary water, and tell your grandmother not to be bothering me again.
I told her, Ordinary water, Grandma, and he said don't be bothering him again.
Don't be bothering him again. That bloody ignorant bogtrotter.
I asked Mam, Can I go now and make The Collection? I want to see James Cagney.
Grandma said, You can forget about The Collection and James Cagney becauseyou're not a proper Catholic the way you left God on the ground. Come on, go home.
Mam said, wait a minute. That's my son. That's my son on his First Communion day. He's going to see James Cagney.
No he's not.
Yes he is.
Grandma said, Take him then to James Cagney and see if that will save hisPresbyterian North of Ireland American soul. Go ahead.
She pulled her shawl around her and walked away.
Mam said, God, it's getting very late for The Collection and you'll neversee James Cagney. We'll go to the Lyric Cinema and see if they'll let you in anyway in your First Communion suit. We met Mikey Molloy on Barrington Street. He asked if I was going to the Lyric and I said I was trying. Trying? he said. You don't have money? I was ashamed to say no but I had to and he said, That's all right. I'll get you in. I'll create a diversion.
What's a diversion?
I have the money to go and when I get in I'll pretend to have the fit andthe ticket man will be out of his mind and you can slip in when I let out the big scream. I'll be watching the door and when I see you in I'll have a miraculous recovery. That's a diversion. That's what I do to get my brothers in all the time.
Mam said, Oh, I don't know about that, Mikey. Wouldn't that be a sin and surelyyou wouldn't want Frank to commit a sin on his Communion day.
Mikey said if there was a sin it would be on his soul and he wasn't a proper Catholic anyway so it didn't matter. He let out his scream and I slipped in and sat next to Question Quigley and the ticket man, Frank Goggin, was so worried over Mikey he never noticed. It was a thrilling film but sad in the end because James Cagney was a public enemy and when they shot him they wrapped him in bandages and threw him in the door, shocking his poor old Irish mother, and that was the end of my First Communion day.

前言/序言

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这本书的封面设计本身就有一种沉甸甸的、难以言说的故事感。深灰色的背景，仿佛浸透了岁月的尘埃，而“Angela's Ashes”这几个字，褪去了鲜艳的色彩，带着一种被磨损的质感，像是从古老的故事书中被小心翼翼地翻出来。我是在一个阴雨绵绵的午后，在一家小小的二手书店里邂逅了它。书页泛黄，边缘有些卷曲，散发出淡淡的纸张和时光的味道。翻开它，第一眼看到的是密密麻麻的英文单词，仿佛一片沉寂的海洋，等待着我去探索其中蕴藏的波澜。我并不知道这个故事的具体内容，但我隐约感觉到，它不会是一本轻松愉快的读物。书名本身就带着一种忧伤和宿命感，安吉拉的灰烬，这个意象在我脑海中勾勒出一种破碎、失落，但又可能蕴含着坚韧与希望的画面。平装本的触感也恰到好处，不像硬壳装那样显得过于正式，更有一种贴近生活、可以随时随地捧在手中的亲切感。我喜欢它那种不张扬的美，那种沉淀在时光里的力量。我期待着，这本书能够带我进入一个不曾想象过的世界，体验一种可能从未经历过的情感。

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我向来不是一个喜欢轻易下评判的人，特别是对于一本还没有完全读过的书。然而，当我看到《Angela's Ashes》这本平装书摆在我面前时，我内心深处涌起了一种莫名的期待。它的封面设计，那种不动声色的质感，仿佛是在诉说一个有故事的灵魂。我喜欢这种不张扬、不浮夸的风格，它让我觉得，这本书中所蕴含的内容，一定更加沉甸甸，更加值得细细品味。我并没有了解过这本书的具体情节，但“安吉拉的灰烬”这个名字，已经在我的脑海中描绘出一幅幅模糊而又深刻的画面。我猜测，这可能是一段关于成长，关于困苦，关于如何在绝境中寻找一丝光明的故事。我享受那种在阅读中不断探索、不断发现的乐趣，就像是在一片未知的水域中航行，每一次翻页都可能带来新的惊喜。这本书的平装本，给了我一种触手可及的亲切感，让我觉得它更像是生活的一部分，而不是某种高高在上的艺术品。我期待着，在接下来的阅读过程中，它能够触动我内心最柔软的部分，引发我最深刻的思考。

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说实话，我拿到这本《Angela's Ashes》的时候，并没有抱有多大的期待，我通常更偏爱一些情节跌宕起伏、充满奇幻色彩的小说。然而，这本书的吸引力却在不经意间悄悄渗透进来。我并非是那种精通英美文学的学者，只是一个普通的读者，但当我开始阅读它的时候，我发现自己被一种非常朴实而又深刻的文字所打动。作者的叙述方式，就像一位饱经沧桑的长者，用最真诚的语气，缓缓道来一件件往事，没有华丽的辞藻，也没有刻意的煽情，但那种真实的力量，却能直击人心。我常常在读到某些段落时，会不自觉地停下来，闭上眼睛，去感受那种字里行间透出的情绪，那种仿佛亲身经历的悲喜。我特别欣赏作者对细节的捕捉，那些看似微不足道的日常片段，在他的笔下却变得生动起来，仿佛我能闻到空气中的味道，听到远处的喧嚣，感受到指尖的冰凉。这本书就像一杯醇厚的威士忌，需要慢慢品味，才能体会到它深藏的韵味。我迫不及待地想知道，安吉拉的灰烬，究竟隐藏着怎样一个感人的故事。

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拿到这本书的时候，我立刻就被它简洁而富有力量的封面设计所吸引。虽然我还没有开始阅读，但“Angela's Ashes”这个名字本身就带着一种难以言喻的吸引力，它似乎在低语着一个关于失落、关于回忆，也许还有关于救赎的故事。我不是一个追求哗众取宠的读者，我更看重故事的深度和情感的真实性。这本书的平装版，给我一种朴实无华却又充满质感的感觉，它不像那些华丽的精装本那样遥不可及，反而更像是一个老朋友，可以随时随地打开，与之进行一场心灵的对话。我常常会在阅读前，先在脑海中勾勒出故事的轮廓，想象着作者会如何描绘他所经历的世界，他会如何塑造书中的人物，以及他们之间又会发生怎样错综复杂的故事。我期待着，这本书能够带给我一种久违的阅读的纯粹的快乐，一种能够让我忘记时间、忘记烦恼，全身心投入其中的沉浸感。

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我是一个对历史背景和人物成长轨迹非常着迷的读者，所以当朋友向我推荐《Angela's Ashes》时，我立刻被它的名字所吸引。虽然我还没有深入阅读，但仅仅从书名和一些零星的介绍中，我能感受到它背后所承载的厚重历史和复杂情感。我猜测，这可能是一部关于童年、关于家庭、关于一个特定时代背景下个体生存挣扎的叙事。我喜欢那种能够将个体命运与时代洪流巧妙结合的故事，它们往往能折射出更宏大的人性光辉与阴影。我对于作者如何处理生活中的困境和磨难非常感兴趣，是选择用压抑的笔触描绘绝望，还是会在字缝间透露出一丝希望的曙光？平装本的设计也让我觉得它更适合在旅途中或是在安静的午后，静静地沉浸其中。我不追求那种快节奏的阅读体验，更享受沉浸在一个故事世界中，感受人物的喜怒哀乐，理解他们选择的理由。我希望这本书能够给我带来一次深刻的心灵洗礼，让我对人生有更深的体悟。

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书很好，做活动的时候买的，够便宜，超高性价比，配送又快，支持京东！

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看起来是正版，挺好的

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帮朋友买的，有活动很划算

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包装 很不错的东西 我很喜欢

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帮朋友买的，有活动很划算

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这个书好小。。。。。。。。。

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非常满意非常满意非常满意

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包装 很不错的东西 我很喜欢

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很好啊，要好好读一读。