A man dies leaving 9 kids for his wife to take care of, there isn’t much money left for them to survive. There is poverty, no food, hardly any clothes to wear, one kid dies because of malnutrition, the wife is devastated. I did not tell you the story of the book, that is the story of my grandmother. We all have heard a similar story, from someone or the other. But here is the thing, my grandmother (Maai as we called her) was no Angela. She took control of the situation, worked in people’s houses as a maid, every kid did a little bit something to provide for the family – sewing, cooking, my father worked as a typist.
Here is my problem with Angela’s Ashes, I can not identify with people who sit in a corner and blame their horoscope, parents, siblings, government for the troubles they go through. I identify with Maai, the strong characters, who do not complain or whine, they take charge, they take action. And so I disliked the character Angela in this book. I like stories of fighters, I identify with them. (But the truth of the matter is we all have been an Angela sometime or the other and many Angelas exist around us).
I started reading this book because everyone I talk to books about has read it, I kept reading it thinking Angela will spring into action now. But 500 pages is quite a wait.
This is a heart wrenching story of hungry kids and the reason why it works is because the way it is told, it is quite light and bright and unique, I had a smile all throughout the book, no wonder it won the Pulitzer prize. From what I gather it is not fiction but a memoir.
My rating is 3/5.
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