Plenty of humor out there, boy. What, there's like 1,903 sites now, and as many books? But David Sedaris, that bard of everyday life, of little misunderstandings and missed meetings and complicated family moments, continues to shine.
And so he should. Because the man knows his way around a funny phrase. You get the sense he might have invited the phrase over for drinks, argued with it over aperitifs, and then loaned it his favorite hat before unleashing it upon the world. He's that skilled and that polished.
His stories, which frequently appear in The New Yorker and on the radio, can veer between outlandish and the ho-hum, and we'll take either. The memories of his stint as a Santa Claus at Macy's in New York will forever be first in our hearts -- yes, we adore the tales from France, too, but "The Santaland Diaries" just tickle. And if you're licking a candy cane while reading them? Kerpow. Good stuff.
We also liked that nudist camp essay he did. And anything about his mom, or when he mentions his uber-talented sister Amy. (Picked up "I Like You," her Miss Bossy-Boss entertaining guide? Do it. You'll like.)
Mr. Sedaris lays down the satire at Royce Hall at UCLA on Wednesday, April 29. We're already dabbing at our eyes in pre-laughter.