Title: A Book for Masochists
Review: Let's hope that a three hundred year heritage of great Irish literature hasn't fizzled down to the level of Malachy McCourt's memoirs. It is just barely possible that the autobiographical tales of a dissolute, profane, self-absorbed, drunken, under-employed name-dropper might turn out to be interesting. But not in this volume. While reading this book, the reader is likely to find himself or herself wishing that McCourt, like a few of his unfortunate siblings, had remained on Irish soil.
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