The great storyteller has died. He leaves behind a wonderful book, "Angela's Ashes," which was terribly funny and equally heart-breaking; which said a lot about the perils of the drink and the unfairness of Irish society; which was a joy to read aloud and important enough to think about quietly. Loved the book. Liked the successor, "'Tis," far less; it was more labored, a bit lost, perhaps true to that time in McCourt's life but not as notable a written work as "Angela's Ashes." The third book, "Teacher Man," I have started and put aside and not finished. I will try to do so sometime, because there has to be good McCourt story or two in it. But when I think of McCourt fondly, and I will, the reason will be "Angela's Ashes."