By: James Joyce
Once I got used to the style of writing and felt confident that I was following along the beats of action, I really liked this book. I read both Angela’s Ashes and ‘Tis by Frank McCourt many years ago. APof left me with a similar feeling. Apparently, that makes sense. Why? Joyce’s book pre-dates McCourt’s novels. According to a quick and dirty internet search using just the two author’s names, my take-away is commonplace. Additionally, there are certain scholars of Irish literature who accuse McCourt of “performative Irishness” based on wanting to adhere to how Joyce wrote about the culture. I took the author of the above critique to be a little off-the-mark, personally. Frank McCourt IS kinda a performer as well as an author. He narrated Angela’s Ashes and ‘Tis for Audible and compared to reading the book, it was a transformative experience. He was, at very least, gifted in that manner of performance. So to me, to say his books were a performance is just obvious. Anyway, I liked this book a lot and have read nothing else by Joyce so perhaps upon reading some of his other work I will circle back and have more to say.