This is most definitely a book of two halves: schizophrenic. The first half is riddled with stories and lamentations and humour. The second half is an outpouring concomitant on the childhood his brother Frank described as the worst kind of childhood of all: Irish and Catholic. This is a stinging indictment; but both Malachy and Frank write as if they have been truly stung.
Malachy's life has been full: bar work, television work, stage work, film work. Marriage, children, travel. Alcoholism, Catholicism and molestation. All have shaped the life that followed his childhood in Limerick.
I came away from this book, read in one sitting, feeling that I would have enjoyed being a patron at one or more of his bars: he has definitely kissed the Blarney Stone. He comes across as witty and outright funny. He is also intense and can hold his own when it comes to serious debate.
He was a man out of his time, perhaps, as he got embroiled in all sorts of wranglings with authority; and these tussles cost him job after job. The 1960s to the 1980s were a watershed for Lobbyists in the USA and Europe; and Malachy played his part, by furthering the cause on his radio programmes and chat shows and by taking part in demonstrations and marches.
...His grandmother used to berate the fact that the McCourts were a mixture of pure Irish and the Irish from the North, his father being an Ulsterman. His mother, Angela, had something of the same in her as she commented on the fact that Malachy and Frank had married outside of 'their own': "Ye can't cross the floor without falling over a little Protestant or a little Jew."
Another pithy saying, from Malachy himself this time, is "Warning: Always steer clear of organizations with the word "Benevolent" in their name!"
Malachy met his wife, Diana, on a beach and she was really the rock solid foundation on which the life of their children was founded. He comes to realise that in spite of himself he had become just like his father: an absentee and an alcoholic with a penchant for good for nothingness...A very interesting recurrent theme, I should say, is Diana's daughter from a previous liaison, Nina. Nina has a physical/mental problem and her life and treatment are treated with respect and tenderness as we see what life in the USA had to offer this poor girl.
There's a lot of good old Irish life and humour in this book and there's a lot of what looks like psychotherapy, too. Part way through the book he makes a kind of apology on a book signing tour for not being his brother Frank! He needn't have apologized to me: I really enjoyed Angela's Ashes but I didn't enjoy 'Tis anywhere near as much. I enjoyed Singing My Him Song, although I can't fathom the title!