After reading 'Angela's Ashes' and the sequel 'Tis' I felt pleasantly surprised when I discovered that Malachy McCourt had also published an autobiography. Prerhaps naively I assumed that 'A Monk Swimming' would somehow fill my craving for more laughs that'Angela's Ashes' provided! Yet, Malachy McCourt writes with an air of arrogance, and an all too common and frankly, a distaseful contempt for the English, which is far too prevalent among many Irish Writers. One example of this ocurrs in the preface when he shows 'gratitude' to the English "who for five-hundred-years stuffed their language down our throats, which we regurgitated with glorious chourus"! Not in your case Malachy! If his swipes at the English were not bad enough, he seemed determined to complicate his syntax, which was so confused at times, that I failed to follow what was going on! All in All, if you feel compelled to read this book, then by all means do, and form your own opinion because I am interested to see what other people make of it.
If you want a great autobiographical read, why not try Kathleen Dayus who combines humour with tragedy so astutely, that it makes her books gripping reads.