I first started reading David Sedaris’s books because I was a huge Strangers with Candy fan (he is Queen Amy Sedaris’s brother) but I soon became just a big as a fan of his writing. I think what I’ve always loved about David Sedaris’s essays was the recognition I felt in them. I don’t always need to relate to stories to enjoy them, but sometimes it helps, and the overly big, lower middle class setting is one I can relate to. And then there is the sense of absurdity that Sedaris sees in everything. Sometimes when I am reading one of his essays I think, “Yes! It is like that! It is silly in exactly that way!” That’s the mark of a perfect essay, I think.
Anyway, I think this might be my favorite collection of essays from David Sedaris yet, although that may be because I read most of his books when I was a teenager. Maybe the older I get, the better I like him, but this book was very, very good. It was funny, of course, but it was also moving, and sad. It was everything that a good book should be and it’s the first book I read in a while that I was sad to finish.
I’ll end this too-short review with my favorite quote from the collection, without context, because why I think it’s sort of better that way:
“No one on our street had reason to hate my mother. It was likely someone just road testing his new curse word–a little late too, as our end of the block had discovered it months earlier. ‘It means ‘female dog,’ I’d explain to my sisters, ‘but it also means “a woman who’s crabby and won’t let you be yourself.'”
Now go read it! Bye y’all!