Boys who spent their weekends making banana nut muffins did not, as a rule, excel in the art of hand-to-hand combat.
So I usually enjoy David Sedaris books. They’re usually the books that make me literally out loud, but this one not so much. There were a few chuckles, definitely some interesting stories but mostly just blah, with a side of has he always been this…annoying? Maybe annoying isn’t the right word…maybe pretentious? The strip poker with friends story rubbed be the wrong way. Getting the looser to sit in his lap for his enjoyment was disturbing, (yes I know he was a kid) talk about taking advantage, however the story about him getting kicked out of his house for being gay when he thought it was because he was a lazy pothead was incredibly sad.
He writes about his weird experience cleaning houses for an overly friendly customer, the irrational guilt he sometimes feel about being gay and one of the most disgusting things: his brother training his dog to clean up his own crap—its gross.
This installation of Sedaris’ quirky family life had its moments, but it just wasn’t what I have come to expect from him.