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Essays. Nonfiction. Humor (Nonfiction.) HTML: David Sedaris returns with his most deeply personal and darkly hilarious book. If you've ever laughed your way through David Sedaris' cheerfully misanthropic stories, you might think you know what you're getting with Calypso. You'd be wrong. When he buys a beach house on the Carolina coast, Sedaris envisions long, relaxing vacations spent playing board games and lounging in the sun with those he loves most. And life at the Sea Section, as he names the vacation home, is exactly as idyllic as he imagined, except for one tiny, vexing realization: it's impossible to take a vacation from yourself. With Calypso, Sedaris sets his formidable powers of observation toward middle age and mortality. Make no mistake: these stories are very, very funny-it's a book that can make you laugh 'til you snort, the way only family can. Sedaris' powers of observation have never been sharper, and his ability to shock readers into laughter unparalleled. But much of the comedy here is born out of that vertiginous moment when your own body betrays you and you realize that the story of your life is made up of more past than future. This is beach reading for people who detest beaches, required reading for those who loathe small talk and love a good tumor joke. Calypso is simultaneously Sedaris' darkest and warmest book yet-and it just might be his very best..… (more)
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Like John Hodgman, he’s a celebrity, but no one knows what he’s a celebrity for. Being a writer, I guess? Like Dave Barry or Lewis Grizzard? But when the essays you produce are mostly about yourself, can you really call that fameworthy? Seems a little narcissistic to me. But I digress.
My biggest beef is that the essays sound super judgemental. Hypocritical of me to complain about someone else being judgy, I know. I like judging. But judgement should be rendered with the right criteria, and for the right reasons. Not petty superficial ones that damn a region or race instead of individual behavior.
His writings have a background of disdain for America. He’s very into criticizing anything that’s not European or his beach house in North Carolina. Except for when those towns and states fund his lecture tour.
He has a dark streak that’s hard to describe. He’s like a George Carlin that’s too lazy to get off the couch. There’s no vitriol or irony, but the same disdain for poor language, travel, and stupid people. In one chapter, he gives an iPad to a sick kid in the hospital. But in another, he makes it his mission to feed his exsected tumor to a wild turtle for… reasons? He even went to extra effort to have a black market medical procedure done for this purpose. There’s something about a character who would take the trouble to do that that makes me ill.
I wish one of his other collections has been at the library that day, like Me Talk Pretty One Day. This book, his latest, sounds he’s taken the turn of old age, losing hope and gaining cynicism.
I could not read it in bed. I would laugh my husband awake. When could I read it? During the day, with the windows open to let in the fresh spring air, so inviting after a very, very, long winter? What would the neighbors think?
Sedaris, Sedaris. You are such a problem, I thought.
Then I felt like I was on a roller coaster ride because the next story was about David's youngest sister's suicide. All of the siblings had pulled away from the family to "forge our own identities," he explained; except Tiffany stayed away. And later in the book, he remembers his mother's alcoholism and her early death, his father's eccentricities, living with a defunct stove so his kids could inherit more money.
You laugh, you shudder, you feel slightly ill, and you feel sad. Because Sedaris is ruthless enough to write about life, real life, his life in particular, and we all see our own families and own lives in his stories.
I loved Sedaris's chapter on the terrible tyranny of his Fitbit, and how he was adamant that he got to keep his fatty tumor to feed to a turtle. That crazy moment with his dad drove past a man exposing himself and then u-turned to take another look, his young daughter in the car.
Looking at family photos, Sedaris recalled "that moment in a family's life when everything is golden" and the future held promise. In middle age, looking forward ten years "you're more likely to see a bedpan than a Tony Award."
Ouch. Too close to home, David.
I received a free ebook from the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for a fair and unbiased review.
Much of this collection, though, is something else entirely, a surprisingly effective blend of the irreverently humorous and the deeply poignant, as he talks about things like spending time at a beach house with his family shortly after his estranged sister's suicide, his relationship with his beloved mother that included never mentioning her alcoholism, and the worrying experience of watching his father age.
I may have laughed a number of times while reading it, but in the end I'm left feeling genuinely kind of sad. But the right kind of sad, I think.
These serious issues are interspersed with stories about how Sedaris got a fitbit and ended up walking miles around his English home picking up litter. There was also a very funny account of Sedaris and his sisters shopping in Japan for the most outrageous clothing. I do have to ask myself if there isn't a smattering of hyperbole in these stories but they are very funny.
“”What do you say when someone cuts you off in traffic?' I asked a woman whose book I was signing in Copenhagen.
'We're not big on cursing,' she told me, so the worst we're liable to come out with – and it's pretty common – is 'Why don't you run around in my ass?'
I'd asked the same question in Amsterdam, and learned that in the Netherlands, you're more apt to bring a disease into it. Like if someone drives in a crazy way, it's normal to call them a typhoid sufferer, a Dutch woman told me. Or a cancer whore.
'I'd never thought of stitching those two words together ….
(When David asked whether someone would say, diabetes whore) 'She looked at me as if I were missing out on something so fundamental, it was a wonder I could dress myself in the morning. “Diabetes whore,” she replied, “No! It has to be terminal.”
“AIDS whore?”
“No! Oh, those poor people.” 'p 240/241
Sedaris's humor is a bit hit or miss with me. Sometimes, I laugh out loud, but sometimes it makes me so uncomfortable or sad that I can't see the humor of admittedly absurd situations.
This describes the sadness I felt about his father growing older, becoming less independent, living in his house which is becoming more and more crowded with useless objects and 'just forgetting to die.”
I know that many people see only the sheer absurdist humor in Sedaris's work. I'll continue to pick up his books – they work exceptionally well in the car as audiobooks with Sedaris reading his own work. But, at this time, he won't cross into my 'favorite authors' list', although some of the individual stories are definitely favorites.
But the book is still a funny book as evidenced by the chapter on when David gets a Fitbit and starts out with 10,000 steps which are four miles for someone his size, but soon is upping the ante and going 15,000 steps which is seven miles. He keeps upping the ante until he hits 60,000 which is twenty-five miles. But he isn't just walking. He takes a grabber with him and a bag and picks up trash on his route. The local garbage company let him name a garbage truck. He named it Roamin'. When his Fitbit died he lasted a couple of days before ordering a new one and heading back out there.
While on the road in America doing a book tour he learned that he had a harmless fatty tumor on his right side by his rib cage. He decided to get it taken off, but he wanted to keep it and feed it to the large snapping turtle back at the Sea Section that looked like he had a tumor on his head. However, the doctor refused to let him have it so he decided to not have the operation. He mentioned this at one of his talks and book signings and a woman who was a doctor told him she could remove it for him. So he later that night he went to her house and let her remove the tumor from his chest and packed it in ice and mailed it to his sister Lisa in Raleigh who put it in her fridge and when they went down to the beach at Thanksgiving he went to feed the turtle but found that he was hibernating. Then that Spring found that he had died. So he found another snapping turtle to give his tumor that was just as odd as the one with a tumor on his head.
Sedaris who doesn't drive decided to explore the things different drivers in other countries say to bad drivers. The Dutch call people a cancer whore. The Germans tell people to find a spot on my ass you would like to lick and lick it. Or if the driver is female, a blood sausage. But the real cursers of the world are the Romanians. They say things like: I shit in your mother's mouth, I fuck your mother's dead, I fuck your mother's Christ, I fuck your mother's onion, I will make skis out of your mother's cross, and the worst for them, I fuck your mother's memorial cake. A memorial cake is something you bake when a loved one dies. Of course, he got a really creative one from a Viennese woman: Shove your hand up my ass and jerk my shit. We Americans are purely amateurs compared to some in the world.
This book is funny as all of his books are funny in that darkly misanthropic way of his. But this one was also a bit more serious than his other books due to the fact that it was dealing with the tragic death of his sister and how the family comes to terms with it in their family's unique way. This is an excellently written book that delves into Sedaris's life with stories that examine his connection with his father, being sick on the road, five reasons he's depressed which was written around the election time, whether ghosts are real and can you communicate with the dead, and life with Hugh. I really loved this book as much as other Sedaris books I have read. I highly recommend it.
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At what point had I realized that class couldn’t save you, that addiction or mental illness didn’t care whether you’d taken piano lessons or spent a summer in Europe? Which drunk or junkie or unmedicated schizophrenic was I crossing the street to avoid when I put it all together?
-David Sedaris (Calypso p 56)
Is it my fault that the good times fade to nothing while the bad ones burn forever bright? Memory aside, the negative just makes for a better story: the plane was delayed, an infection set in, outlaws arrived and reduced the schoolhouse to ashes. Happiness is harder to put into words. It’s also harder to source, much more mysterious than anger or sorrow, which come to me promptly, whenever I summon them, and remain long after I’ve begged them to leave.
-David Sedaris (Calypso p 91-2)
Dad was discussing someone who goes to his gym. The guy is in his forties and apparently stands too close in the locker room. “He undresses me with his eyes, and it makes me uncomfortable,” my father said. “How does someone undress you with his eyes when you’re already undressed?” I asked. “By that point what’s he looking at, your soul?”
-David Sedaris (Calypso p 234)
Still, it seemed incredible to me that something like this could happen, for we were middle-class and I'd been raised to believe that our social status inoculated us against severe misfortune. A person might be *broke* from time to time - who wasn't? - but you could
And occasionally my shade of humor:
Do you have a godson?
He has cancer.
Oh, poor thing!
That's OK, I'm sure that within a year or two someone else will ask me to be a godfather.
But overall... meh.
On the lighter side, when David finds out that he has a benign tumor (funny already, right?), he becomes fixated on feeding it to a wild turtle, but US medical standards don’t allow for that sort of thing. In a chance encounter, someone overhears him discussing/complaining about this in El Paso, and offers to set him up with a near-doctor in Mexico who will have no qualms about giving David the remains of his tumor. Whatever could be a problem with that? All goes well, right up to the point when the turtle has disappeared … and the tumor ends up in the freezer
The story that moved me the most was the one about the death of his sister Tiffany. She was a deeply troubled woman who had her problems with drugs. The very last time David saw her was when she came to one of his speaking appearances, where he saw here at the stage door, wasted on drugs. Believing that he couldn’t really help her, he closed the door in his sister’s face. As powerful as this scene was, Sedaris has his reader laughing as well.
There was a tradition in the Sedaris family of getting a house on the Carolina coast, and gathering all the family together there each year. When the mother (the organizer) dies, Davis and his partner Hugh take on the coordinating, and eventually even purchase a house there. The dynamics of a family on vacation together are always fascinating, and with the Sedaris family it thoroughly entertaining.
I felt that David let his guard down a little more than normal with this collection. There seemed to be more revealed about the family’s dynamics, and that combined with the starkness of Tiffany’s story and death, makes this collection a little darker than his others. It also feels closer to a very funny man’s heart.
In a New York Times review, Alan Cunning said of the book, “Death and family are what this book is all about. Maybe what all Davis Sedaris’s work is about?”
Sedaris has a sardonic voice, that in this collection sometimes becomes poignant. His writing takes you into his life in
But probably the best way to experience Sedaris is to hear him read his own work. He has a comedic timing that is impeccably smart. Coupled this with his sarcastic wit and he will have you laughing and crying at the same time. I don't know how he makes feeding a defrosted human tumor (his own) to a snapping turtle funny, or his mother's alcoholism, or his sister's suicide but really truly, he does. You find yourself in awe of how he chooses to see each situation. That viewpoint translates into a keen sense of the bigger picture and the world around him. From fashion from Japan to trash picking in England, Sedaris invites you to never see life the same way again.