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To: accountclosed who wrote (1530)	9/9/1999 4:02:00 PM
From: Lizzie Tudor	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 6418

Cold Mountain is about the civil war... a deserter trying to return to his home and former lover, meanwhile she has problems of her own trying to survive in recent poverty... these are the last days of the war so the south is really in a state of bedlam. Its a historical novel and a love story so maybe more of a girl's book, although it was written by a man. Maybe read the amazon reviews first... I would say if you get it, just read the first 2 chapters and if it doesn't suck you in, then its not for you. There is a paperback version now.

To: accountclosed who wrote (1530)	9/9/1999 8:43:00 PM
From: Tom Clarke	Respond to of 6418

I enjoyed Angela's Ashes very much also. I think he exaggerates the meanness of the Christian Brothers. I'm sure they were stern, but his description defies belief. I'm sure they were very poor as well, due to his father's alcoholism and his rather simple mother, but I think he may have exaggerated a little there as well. The short story by Stephen Crane titled Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, which is about street life in the Bowery in 1890s New York, has a character which resembles Angela. They are different kind of people, but they both have the habit of rocking in their chairs before the stove, lamenting their lot, moaning audibly, and cursing their husbands. All the while ignoring her children, of course. It could be coincidental, it could be this was a common thing to do among the poor Irish wives, or it could be a slight case of literary thievery.