MEMOIRMalachy McCourt's new memoir Singing My Him Song picks up where his best-seller A Monk Swimming left off. As the old saying goes, you'll laugh and you'll cry, right along with Malachy, as we follow the actor/raconteur from Hollywood to Broadway, as he boozes, befriends famous men, and bucks the system. In his latest book, there's plenty of partying with fellow
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Puddle Jumping
By Frank McCourt
The English Catholic martyr, St. Edmund Campion, lived in Dublin for a while in 1569 and here is what he wrote about the Irish: "The people are thus inclined: religious, franke, amorous, irefull, sufferable of paines infinite, very glorious, many sorcerers, excellent horsemen, delighted with warres, great almes-givers, passing in hospitalitie: the lewder sort both clarkes and … [Read more...] about Puddle Jumping
Puddle Jumping
The English Catholic martyr, St. Edmund Campion, lived in Dublin for a while in 1569 and here is what he wrote about the Irish: "The people are thus inclined: religious, franke, amorous, irefull, sufferable of paines infinite, very glorious, many sorcerers, excellent horsemen, delighted with warres, great almes-givers, passing in hospitalitie: the lewder sort both clarkes and … [Read more...] about Puddle Jumping
Lust for Lust
A bawdy romance from the author of Angela's Ashes.When he awoke that morning Mordecai O'Callaghan found himself in such a desperate state of tumescence he immediately thought of Nora Moynihan down the road.Nora Moynihan, down the road, awakening at the same time, found herself in such a desperate state of lubriciousness she thought, "Dear God, I'll have to be put out to the … [Read more...] about Lust for Lust
The Paddy Clancy Call
By Frank McCourt
November 1999
We're heading towards the end of 1999 and there are some, including myself, who may not see another year with a 9 in it. And isn't that the gloomiest opening sentence you ever read in your life? Still, it had to be written because they're going, my generation, the silent generation, slipping gently, one by one, into that good night, going with grace -- unlike the bleating … [Read more...] about The Paddy Clancy Call