Showing posts with label Belonging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belonging. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Do I Belong?

I am currently reading the book Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt.  It is incredible!  I really love it!  In the book Angela's Ashes, the main character is Frank McCourt himself.  The book is all about his childhood and about his growing up partly in “The New World” (America) and partly in “The Homeland” (Ireland).  I think a big part of this book is fitting in.  A big theme is belonging.  Frank doesn’t belong in New York, or in Ireland.
    Frank doesn’t belong in New York, where he was born.  In New York, Frank is the Irish kid.  Frank is an outcast because of where his parents were born.  People don’t accept him because everyone in America is an immigrant.  For example, his neighbors are Jewish, and even though they are sweet people.  Frank can’t really play or fit in with their son because of their nationality differences.  Another example of his not belonging, is how when he is looking for his father in the bars, the men in the bars are all of one nationality or another.  When he asks for a Malachy (his father’s name) they all say no because the name is not of their nationality or group.  Frank isn’t really a part of New York.
    Frank doesn’t belong in Ireland either.  In Ireland, Frank is the ‘Yankee’ kid. 
Frank doesn’t know squat about what to do in Ireland.  For example in school he gets punished a lot because he doesn’t understand religious customs of Ireland.  Another example of how he doesn’t belong is that when his grandmother meets him she gets angry because he is an American.  Even his grandmother doesn’t accept him all because of his nationality.  Frank doesn’t really belong to Ireland either.
    In conclusion, I think Frank doesn’t really belong anywhere.  Frank is kind of in between worlds, he is not fully Irish or fully American in a sense.  Frank would need to commit fully to one world in order to finally belong completely.  This idea of belonging reminds me of Funny Girl, and how in that movie Fanny doesn’t quite belong to the theatre or to Mr Arnstein , or to Henry Street, or to The Follies.