Memoirs of a drunk, a gold smuggler and a philanderer!!!
Whereas Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt was hilarious and heartwarming, the reader felt that Malachy is riding on his brother's successes. This book is severely lacking warmth or regard for humanity; the guy was totally self-centered. In a nutshell, I suppose I don't enjoy reading about a drunken slob. Perhaps if the book had ended at a later point in Malachy's life, I would have discovered some redeeming qualities.