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 sadBy RINKER BUCK, The Hartford Courant Baltimore Sun July 19, 2009 Frank McCourt, the Irish-American storyteller who parlayed the miseries of a Limerick upbringing into an extraordinary late-life literary blooming, died of cancer Sunday in New York City.  McCourt, 78, had spent the past 13 years buoyantly touring the globe on reading tours and writing two sequels to his 1996 best-seller, "Angela's Ashes," which sold more than 5 million copies and was translated into more than 20 languages.He had been undergoing treatment for skin cancer in recent years and been released in early June from New York's Memorial Sloan Kettering Center to recuperate at his Roxbury home. Two weeks ago he was diagnosed with meningitis, a frequent complication of patients whose immune systems are compromised by cancer treatment, and McCourt was moved to a New York hospice where over the past few days family and friends from around the world had gathered at his bedside. During the past decade McCourt had become a familiar, popular figure and a kind of permanent cultural resource around Connecticut. In 1999 he spent $1.2 million of his "Angela's Ashes" proceeds on a converted, eight-room barn on Roxbury's Tophet Road, in the heart of the Litchfield County arts community, comfortably settling in and making friends with neighbors such as Bill and Rose Styron, Arthur Miller and Candace Bushnell. At Marty's Café in nearby Washington Depot, McCourt loved to dawdle over coffee and swap tales with friends, astonishing tourists who dropped in and saw the famous writer holding court. He considered his public speaking prowess inseparable from his role as a writer and accepted several invitations a year to appear at charitable fund-raisers and writing workshops at Connecticut's community college campuses. His name on the marquee of the Warner Theater in Torrington or Hartford's Bushnell guaranteed a sellout audience. ( >>Continue reading ) | ||||||||||
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