![]() ![]() I was never really part of anything except the classroom. Even when I went to the Lion’s Head in the Village, where all you journalists would hang out, I was always peripheral. I was never one of the boys because they would talk about baseball or basketball, and I knew nothing about it. I couldn’t fit in the Irish community in New York. I wish I were younger, because I had the material, but I didn’t have the confidence in the material. I’m marching steadily towards oblivion, so what the hell indeed. Teacher Man tells us a lot about how shy and maladjusted you were as a young man. Along the way, he polished his narrative skills, as well as what could be one of the best pickup lines of all time, which he discloses here to New York. ![]() But his third memoir, Teacher Man, reveals the painful extent of his alienation-and the solace he found teaching for 30 years (12,000 students!) in the public schools of New York. Photo: Courtesy of the Stuyvesant High School Alumni Association Archivesįrank McCourt is a charmer, so it’s a shock to learn what a nasty case of social discomfort he suffered as a young man. ![]() Frank McCourt, in a Stuyvesant High School yearbook. ![]()
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