Sedaris does, indeed, subscribe to a rather fluid definition of "truth"-some of the instances were exaggerated. After I finished the book, I found that Mr.
And, as he tells the stories of his childhood, he comes across as a 40 year-old gay man trapped in an eight year-old's body (wow, that sentence doesn't sound right!). When I was reading this book, I thought that his stories and characters were a little too colorful and a little too perfect to be true. He comes across as the type of person who might be fun to have a beer with, but, afterwards, he'd probably make fun of you behind your back. Sedaris plies his trade.īut, I just don't care for David Sedaris. I am exactly the target demographic for the witty, petty misanthropy with which Mr. Hell, I even like listening to This American Life on NPR. I look at myself in the mirror and practice being droll. I enjoy reading personal essays about poignant and humiliating events in people's personal lives. I am a sarcastic Generation Xer with an overdeveloped sense of irony. It was somewhat of an existential struggle for me to reach this conclusion because I'm exactly the kind of person who should like David Sedaris. I have stared deep into the cockles of my heart, and forced myself to come to the only obvious-but-unpopular conclusion.
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