Thursday, March 20, 2014

What is the significance of the title in Angela's Ashes?Please, justify the title in Angela's Ashes.

The title immediately makes us think of some kind of
cremation and the death of Angela, the main character, who is actually one of the few
characters who doesn't die or otherwise disappear in the book. As we read the novel and
find out more about Angela, the mother of the narrator who has to fight so hard for
survival, we can see that the ashes of the title refer to both the ashes that come from
the tips of Angela's cigarettes, which are one of the few comforts she allows herself,
and then also the way that her life is characterised by "ashes" as she struggles to make
ends meet and to provide for her children inspite of a drunken husband and no prospects.
Consider the following quote from Chapter 9, which is when the narrator's father has
gone to England to work, but sends no money over to help support his
family:



Mam
turns toward the dead ashes in the fire and sucks at the last bit of goodness in the
Woodbine butt caught between the brown thumb and the burnt middle finger. Michael . . .
wants to know if we’re having fish and chips tonight because he’s hungry. Mam says, Next
week, love, and he goes back out to play in the
lane.



This quote signals the
increasing unhappiness and depression of the narrator's mother as more time passes
without any money from England. The ashes in the fire that she seems to focus on so
intently symbolise what has happened to Angela's hopes. Her plans of being able to
provide for her family and take care of them well are all burnt and nothing remains of
them, except the cigarettes from which she extracts comfort. Frank knows that the
promise she makes of buying fish and chips next week is an empty one, because it is
dependent on their father sending them money, which he now recognises is something that
will never happen.

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