Frank McCourt - Reportaje

F rank McCourt es un hombre en zapatillas (de deporte) atravesando los laberínticos pasillos del hotel Santo Mauro, corazón de Madrid, como un conejo guiado por su olfato o un golfillo a hurtadillas.

http://www.elmundo.es/larevista/m45/textos/frank1.html

Frank McCourt - Only a Teacher

Teachers TODAY

Interview
With Frank McCourt
Frank McCourt, the author of Angela's Ashes and 'Tis, is a retired English teacher. He lives in New York City.

Q: What do you see as some of the major obstacles to improving public schools in our country?

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Frank McCourt - Online News Hour

Today, 'Tis, the follow-up to Frank McCourt's best-seller Angela's Ashes, hits the bookstore shelves. In March, Terence Smith sat down with McCourt to discuss his upcoming book.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/entertainment/jan-june99/mccourt_index.html

Mr. McCourt discusses the impact of Angela's Ashes on his life and his first impressions of America.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/entertainment/jan-june99/mccourt_3-17.html


From hotel houseman to soldier to teacher, Frank McCourt discusses the various jobs he held in America.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/entertainment/jan-june99/mccourt_3-17a.html

Mr. McCourt discusses "Irish chic" and reflects upon St. Patrick's Day

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/entertainment/jan-june99/mccourt_3-17b.html

Frank McCourt reads an excerpt from his soon to be released memoir, 'Tis.

http://www.pbs.org/newshour/bb/entertainment/jan-june99/mccourt_tis_3-17.html

Frank McCourt - A writer risen from the ashes

Frank McCourt Interview
Pulitzer Prize for Biography
June 19, 1999
Washington, D.C.

A writer risen from the ashes

You've certainly addressed this question in your first book, but to begin with, what was your childhood like?
Frank McCourt: It was rich in the sense that...

Even though we were poor, at the lowest level, even below the lowest economic level, we were always excited. It was rich in the sense that we had a lot to look up to, to look forward to, a lot to aspire to, a lot to dream about. But in economic circumstances it was desperate. It was Calcutta with rain. At least they're warm in Calcutta. But it was desperate because of certain things, ingredients like my father being an alcoholic, my mother having too many babies in too short a time, no work available in Ireland, and even when my father did get a job he drank the wages. Then there was the harsh kind of schooling we had with school masters who ruled with a stick and then because of the overwhelming presence of the church, which imbued us with fear all the time. So it was fear, dampness, poverty, alcoholism, fear of the church, fear of the school masters, fear in general.

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