David Sedaris, the funniest homosexual American male French expatriate, is coming to the Inland Empire. Now, why would he be doing this? A bad booking agent? Who knows, but I can’t wait to hear him read his pieces in his famous lisp.
Sedaris is the author of a number of best-sellers, including Naked, Me Talk Pretty One Day, and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. He’s a regular contributor to NPR and the New Yorker, who broke into the literary world with The SantaLand Diaries, where he chronicled his time spent as a “full-time elf” at the New York Macy’s store.
His books are a series of slightly exaggerated, self-depreciating, memoiresque short stories. Each chapter could stand on their own as a creative piece, but together, they do a great job of vilifying Sedaris at the expense of the privacy and humility of his family. It’s ironic that he declined efforts to make Me Talk Pretty One Day into a movie because he was afraid of how his family would be portrayed on film.
His one fiction book to date, Barrel Fever, is a different beast. In the most memorable passage after passionate sex with his boyfriend, Mike Tyson, he accidentally swallows Mike’s false teeth he has soaking in water by the bed. Waiting for them to pass, “Mike said, what the hell, it wasn’t like his teeth hadn’t been up my ass before.”
So it goes. Now that Kurt Vonnegut is dead, David Sedaris may be the funniest living author. (Daniel Slota)
David Sedaris at the Riverside Municipal Auditorium, 3485 Mission Inn Ave., Riverside, (951) 827-4331; www.riversidemunicipalauditorium.com. Thurs., April 26, 8 p.m. $20-$40.