Winner of the 1997 Pulitzer Prize, The National Book Award and The Los Angeles Times Award
‘When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I managed to survive 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.’
‘An astonishing book…completely mesmerising – you can open it almost at random and find writing to make you gasp.’ Sue Gaisford, Independent
‘My harrowing book of the year award goes to Angela’s Ashes…but it’s well worth the haunt’ Joanna Trollope, Sunday Times
‘The most remarkable thing about Frank McCourt, apart from his survival, is his lack of sorrowfulness. Angela’s Ashes sings with irreverent Limerick wit. It makes you smile at the triumph of the storyteller, a tougher specimen who escaped Limerick’s teeming alleys through intelligence and cunning and lived to tell the tale.’ Penny Perrick, The Times
‘Writing in prose that’s pictorial and tactile, lyrical but streetwise, Mr McCourt does for the town of Limerick what the young Joyce did for Dublin: he conjures the place for us with such intimacy that we feel we’ve walked its streets and crawled its pubs.’ Michiko Kakutani, New York Times
‘A moving and remarkable memoir’. William Trevor, Guardian Books of the Year
Soft cover, 426 pages. In good to very good preloved condition with the exception of a name inside the front cover.