“I didn’t like having caked shit in my trousers because they couldn’t be washed for the want of a replacement while they were drying. One day I would show THEM…yes you rotten counter jumping whore-smelts snobs. I will go back to America where I was born and fart in yer faces… And I did”
M. McCourt, 1998
MALACHY MCCOURT’s book titled A MONK SWIMMING is a comedy concerning Malachy’s youthful days. The author, who experienced a childhood, riddled in naked poverty, swore by the old gods of Ireland that his future will not be the same. He fled the slums of Limerick never to return and sojourned in America, where he had heard was the chilling capital of the world.
Malachy went from homeless wretch in Ireland to become a popular Broadway mini-star, a regular night show guest and the part owner of the then New York’s most popular saloon MALACHY’s. Then when life seemed too good to be true, sassy-mouthed Malachy who had a reputation for being disorderly boozed, smoked, swindled, wrecked parties of wealthy hosts and engaged in other assorted debaucheries finally ending up with two babies all of whose birth succeeded HIS question “How did it happen?”. He, being ruled by the twin demon; arrogance and ignorance ended up yet again in the streets as a homeless wretch.
Be that as it may, for Malachy McCourt who ever gives these words and works, gave it to him in life-threatening abundance. For I have never seen an Irishman impeccably weave such eye watering words together.
I never could have envisioned how captivating a memoir on a person’s life could be until by some divine providence, I chanced upon A MONK SWIMMING. Before then I had always disdained true stories because I held the conception that no one person’s life could take enough stomach churning dives and be so convoluted as to make up an entire book that will fascinate me. Malachy McCourt proved me wrong. I have been so ripped apart by the humor content of this book, I have resolved to fulfill my looming hours writing praise poetry for a good work well executed.