by David Sedaris
A collection of somewhat autobiographical essays, the first part centering mainly on the author’s childhood and drug-filled art college years, the second on his attempts to get along in France. Very often, these essays are absolutely hysterical. Sedaris is funniest and most interesting when he’s mocking himself and his family. His honest eye and deadpan delivery make not only dysfunctional foibles (such as his father’s mania for saving food), but – more impressively – even old reliable targets, such as France and art students, hilarious.
four stars
