Frank McCourt, that's a strange case. I remember coming across his writing in The New Yorker about 25 years ago, an excerpt from what would become Angela's Ashes, and thinking, "Wow, here's a great writer I've never heard of!" Went to bookstores and libraries looking for his books, nothing there, and nobody even knew his name. The book came out soon after, was a huge hit, made into a movie, and all this when he was over 65 years old. He wrote a sequel of sorts a couple years after that which wasn't as well received, then he kind of dropped out of the public eye. I rarely see him mentioned anymore, but his first book was definitely brilliant.
Unless you're talking about the Frank McCourt who used to own the Dodgers. If so, disregard everything above.
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