In this autobiographical novel, the author stands on the edge of life and looks back suddenly. , To present the suffering growth process of a child to the world. Poverty, unemployment, alcoholism, death...The haze and dull tone is like the humid and rainy weather in Ireland, which is depressing and suffocating, and makes people see the bottom of life like a puddle of mud. In this endless misery and sadness In the vast ocean, the fragile and strong human nature sometimes rises and sometimes indulges. However, the beauty in human nature is always growing hard and tenaciously, struggling. Dreams, longings, passions, distant callings, flying impulses, make The author overlooks the various states of life with a noble and elegant attitude in front of life.
The confusion, depression, sadness, pain and soothing in the growth process can be truly and completely displayed under Frank's recollection. This is indeed a fascinating childhood memoir. It uses the most sincere and childish language to tell the ignorance that belongs to childhood, simple desire, simple happiness, and simple sadness. All of these are the most special existences we have ever had together. Reminiscent of this existence, they are beautiful and pure. But Frank's childhood, even with ignorant words, why the seemingly meaningless tone made people read so bitter and helpless, and made people have an urge to cry. No wonder Frank said "It was a miserable childhood." When hunger became the biggest obstacle to survival, in the heart of the young Frank, "I hope I can swing into the air and into the clouds, so that I can fly around the world, and I can never hear the cry of his brothers Oliver and Eugene in the middle of the night. ". When he heard the mum’s sobs and cries when the whole family was starving because his father didn’t bring the money home, he wanted to "tell her that I will grow up to be an adult soon, and I will have a fan." I work at the gate, and every Friday night, I bring home the money for eggs, toast and jam.” Poor boy! Being hungry and cold, he is not very demanding. He only hopes that my dear brother will not cry. Why can't such a small wish satisfy him. I have never been so eager to become the omnipotent "God" like this moment. I just want to help this poor and cute child so that they don’t have hunger anymore, so that he can grow up quickly and have the ability to guard his thoughts. The person to guard.
It is said that "children from poor families are in their homes early." However, the most infuriating is Frank's drunk father who has no self-esteem. It is the greatest sorrow that a man's self-esteem is used in the wrong place. I still remember that their father asked the 5-year-old Frank and 4-year-old brother Malachy to pick coal on the street at Christmas for the so-called dignity, and assume the responsibilities that did not belong to them. Young and thin, they dragged large bags of coal to the house in the rainy night. They were soaked and charcoal-faced. Passersby laughed at them and watched other people's homes eat a big meal around the stove on the holiday. When I read this, I want to look up to the sky and scream. What I am accusing is not of cold society and indifferent human sentiments, but of being the father who shouldn't abandon them the most and abandoning them when they need him most. Uncontrollable sorrow emerged from the depths of his heart. As a father and husband, Malach could not even protect his wife and children. What qualifications did he have to talk about dignity?
Perhaps in the subconscious, Angela also lost the least expectation of her closest husband. In the poem "The Northerner" which narrates her inner beauty, when she reads "Who in Limerick?" Home is not as strong as ours." When he laughed so hard, tears came out, and he was a little hysterical. How ironic it should be, the living wish was torn to bloody, and the body was incomplete.
Angela, the transliteration of the English "angel", is an authentic housewife. Her task is to keep reproducing offspring, and then she will do everything possible to support this precarious and poor family. Even if Frank does not have a good father, he has a mother like an angel who taught him to live with dignity; even if he does not have the capital to live an active life, he has the courage to live an active life, allowing him to face the bleak life. Indeed, the night gave him a pair of black eyes, which he used to find light.
Frank lifted the haze of life "Although we are very poor materially, we are always happy, have many desires, many dreams, many passions, and we feel very rich." Because they are angel children.
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