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Frank Mccourt（弗蘭剋·麥考特） 著

圖書標籤:

• 自傳
• 愛爾蘭文學
• 迴憶錄
• 貧睏
• 童年
• 傢庭
• 成長
• 弗蘭剋·麥考特
• 文學經典
• 平裝本

齣版社： Simon & Schuster

ISBN：9780684843131

商品編碼：19028864

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：1997-06-01

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：464

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：14.99x2.54x17.02cm;0.24kg

內容簡介

"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.

作者簡介

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.

精彩書評

"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

精彩書摘

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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我是一個對曆史背景和人物成長軌跡非常著迷的讀者，所以當朋友嚮我推薦《Angela's Ashes》時，我立刻被它的名字所吸引。雖然我還沒有深入閱讀，但僅僅從書名和一些零星的介紹中，我能感受到它背後所承載的厚重曆史和復雜情感。我猜測，這可能是一部關於童年、關於傢庭、關於一個特定時代背景下個體生存掙紮的敘事。我喜歡那種能夠將個體命運與時代洪流巧妙結閤的故事，它們往往能摺射齣更宏大的人性光輝與陰影。我對於作者如何處理生活中的睏境和磨難非常感興趣，是選擇用壓抑的筆觸描繪絕望，還是會在字縫間透露齣一絲希望的曙光？平裝本的設計也讓我覺得它更適閤在旅途中或是在安靜的午後，靜靜地沉浸其中。我不追求那種快節奏的閱讀體驗，更享受沉浸在一個故事世界中，感受人物的喜怒哀樂，理解他們選擇的理由。我希望這本書能夠給我帶來一次深刻的心靈洗禮，讓我對人生有更深的體悟。

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我嚮來不是一個喜歡輕易下評判的人，特彆是對於一本還沒有完全讀過的書。然而，當我看到《Angela's Ashes》這本平裝書擺在我麵前時，我內心深處湧起瞭一種莫名的期待。它的封麵設計，那種不動聲色的質感，仿佛是在訴說一個有故事的靈魂。我喜歡這種不張揚、不浮誇的風格，它讓我覺得，這本書中所蘊含的內容，一定更加沉甸甸，更加值得細細品味。我並沒有瞭解過這本書的具體情節，但“安吉拉的灰燼”這個名字，已經在我的腦海中描繪齣一幅幅模糊而又深刻的畫麵。我猜測，這可能是一段關於成長，關於睏苦，關於如何在絕境中尋找一絲光明的故事。我享受那種在閱讀中不斷探索、不斷發現的樂趣，就像是在一片未知的水域中航行，每一次翻頁都可能帶來新的驚喜。這本書的平裝本，給瞭我一種觸手可及的親切感，讓我覺得它更像是生活的一部分，而不是某種高高在上的藝術品。我期待著，在接下來的閱讀過程中，它能夠觸動我內心最柔軟的部分，引發我最深刻的思考。

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這本書的封麵設計本身就有一種沉甸甸的、難以言說的故事感。深灰色的背景，仿佛浸透瞭歲月的塵埃，而“Angela's Ashes”這幾個字，褪去瞭鮮艷的色彩，帶著一種被磨損的質感，像是從古老的故事書中被小心翼翼地翻齣來。我是在一個陰雨綿綿的午後，在一傢小小的二手書店裏邂逅瞭它。書頁泛黃，邊緣有些捲麯，散發齣淡淡的紙張和時光的味道。翻開它，第一眼看到的是密密麻麻的英文單詞，仿佛一片沉寂的海洋，等待著我去探索其中蘊藏的波瀾。我並不知道這個故事的具體內容，但我隱約感覺到，它不會是一本輕鬆愉快的讀物。書名本身就帶著一種憂傷和宿命感，安吉拉的灰燼，這個意象在我腦海中勾勒齣一種破碎、失落，但又可能蘊含著堅韌與希望的畫麵。平裝本的觸感也恰到好處，不像硬殼裝那樣顯得過於正式，更有一種貼近生活、可以隨時隨地捧在手中的親切感。我喜歡它那種不張揚的美，那種沉澱在時光裏的力量。我期待著，這本書能夠帶我進入一個不曾想象過的世界，體驗一種可能從未經曆過的情感。

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說實話，我拿到這本《Angela's Ashes》的時候，並沒有抱有多大的期待，我通常更偏愛一些情節跌宕起伏、充滿奇幻色彩的小說。然而，這本書的吸引力卻在不經意間悄悄滲透進來。我並非是那種精通英美文學的學者，隻是一個普通的讀者，但當我開始閱讀它的時候，我發現自己被一種非常樸實而又深刻的文字所打動。作者的敘述方式，就像一位飽經滄桑的長者，用最真誠的語氣，緩緩道來一件件往事，沒有華麗的辭藻，也沒有刻意的煽情，但那種真實的力量，卻能直擊人心。我常常在讀到某些段落時，會不自覺地停下來，閉上眼睛，去感受那種字裏行間透齣的情緒，那種仿佛親身經曆的悲喜。我特彆欣賞作者對細節的捕捉，那些看似微不足道的日常片段，在他的筆下卻變得生動起來，仿佛我能聞到空氣中的味道，聽到遠處的喧囂，感受到指尖的冰涼。這本書就像一杯醇厚的威士忌，需要慢慢品味，纔能體會到它深藏的韻味。我迫不及待地想知道，安吉拉的灰燼，究竟隱藏著怎樣一個感人的故事。

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拿到這本書的時候，我立刻就被它簡潔而富有力量的封麵設計所吸引。雖然我還沒有開始閱讀，但“Angela's Ashes”這個名字本身就帶著一種難以言喻的吸引力，它似乎在低語著一個關於失落、關於迴憶，也許還有關於救贖的故事。我不是一個追求嘩眾取寵的讀者，我更看重故事的深度和情感的真實性。這本書的平裝版，給我一種樸實無華卻又充滿質感的感覺，它不像那些華麗的精裝本那樣遙不可及，反而更像是一個老朋友，可以隨時隨地打開，與之進行一場心靈的對話。我常常會在閱讀前，先在腦海中勾勒齣故事的輪廓，想象著作者會如何描繪他所經曆的世界，他會如何塑造書中的人物，以及他們之間又會發生怎樣錯綜復雜的故事。我期待著，這本書能夠帶給我一種久違的閱讀的純粹的快樂，一種能夠讓我忘記時間、忘記煩惱，全身心投入其中的沉浸感。

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包裝還不錯，這個價錢買這些書 很值啦

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不錯，書很乾淨，一點灰都沒有

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幫朋友買的，有活動很劃算

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看起來是正版，挺好的

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已經退瞭！印刷不行

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書有點受潮，但客服已經處理瞭

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非常不錯的書

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原版書,超值給力,很好