Since the kids were all full of excuses, he assigned them to write excuse notes such as one from Adam to God blaming Eve, and vice versa

By John Hood

’Tis the Season, thank Zeus. This means cool days, cooler eves, a slew of swinging visitors, and — yes! — the Miami Book Fair International, now in its 23rd year.

And what better way to precede the mighty Fair than through the Evenings With … series, a lineup of the heaviest of heavyweights, the boldest of the bold-faced, our very literary stars, one a night, each night, of the six leading up to all the action.

Here’s where word begins:

Frank McCourt

Sunday, Nov. 12

How many teachers have you had that not only didn’t finish high school, but never went in the first place? None? I didn’t think so. Well, some 12,000 New York public school students had a teacher like that, and – get this – they’re infinitely better for the having.

We speak of the Pulitzer Prize-winning Frank McCourt, author of Angela’s Ashes, ’Tis and, now, Teacher Man (Simon & Schuster), an account of his long days and many years schooling kids in the art of writing. Having fled Depression-era New York for the worse of Limerick, McCourt missed out on high school, but a later G.I. Bill mandate did get him into NYU.

From there McCourt mastered at Brooklyn College, and from then on he got very creative about his teaching.

He had to. Since the kids were all full of excuses, he assigned them to write excuse notes such as one from Adam to God blaming Eve, and vice versa. ’Cause each believed they were invincible, he had them write their own obituaries, in which all the kids inexplicably died peacefully in their beds; then he had them write the obits of their teachers, none of whom was given the same consideration.

More, McCourt taught his kids to “overcome their resistance to grammar and poetry” by illustrating the many ways language behaves.

Says the heated ex-teacher: “In America, doctors, lawyers, generals, actors, television people and politicians are admired and rewarded. Not teachers. Teaching is the downstairs maid of professions. Teachers are told to use the service door or go around the back.”

In Teacher Man, alas and at last, those who teach might just get through the front door.

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