Malachy McCourt tells his story in a much different tone of voice than his older brother. Like Frank, he raises a smile in his readers but it's a cheeky one. Not as easy to feel sorry for his sufferings, products of self inflicted drunken antics, yet this for me, lends his tale no less relevance in the chronicling of the McCourt family history.
Concentrating on his adult life, this is an interesting insight into the aftermath of a destructive childhood. Sadly for many the result of which, is a descent into alcoholism. Told with humor and not many traces of self-pity.
Most importantly it made me laugh out loud, which I always appreciate. Many years since I read it, but still have a lingering affection for this and his other work 'Singing My Him Song', also recommended.