Just finished David Sedaris’ latest inevitable contribution to the NYT Bestseller list. What can I say – it’d David Sedaris, and if you like David Sedaris, you’re going to have fun with it. The author’s ruminations on spiders, mortality and battles of will waged in airplane seats are by turns wryly amusing and deeply disturbing, but the book makes good in it’s finale, The Smoking Section.
Sedaris’s trip to Tokyo to curb his decades long smoking habit is confessional without being cloying, and his eye as an American abroad is as sharp as ever. His travel writing is the best since Me Talk Pretty One Day, and one can’t help but compare the two pieces. Language school once again proves a comedic goldmine for Sedaris’ neuroses plagued mind, but he channels his difficulties into pieces that rank as some of the best observational humor out there.