Frank McCourt came to literary fame later in his life, after years of teaching creative writing.
He dabbled at first, putting together a little bit of theatre with his brother Malachy, before finally setting out the story of his life. Mr. McCourt's memoirs were masterful, if only because he took an uncommonly miserable life and turned it into a running comedy.
Following a long illness, Mr. McCourt succumbed to melanoma on Sunday.
The novel that he was said to be writing may never exist, or will never come to be as he would have heard it rattling around in his head.
A gifted storyteller is gone and the stories will never be told in his unique style, with his combinations of words that entertained and enlightened and inspired.
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