The wonderful, hilarious, perfect human that is David Sedaris decided to release his diaries in book format. The first half spans the years 1977-2002 and was released on May 30th of this year. It is without a doubt, everything that I could have hoped for. As a long time admirer of Sedaris, I was particularly looking forward to this book, and am glad to say that it did not disappoint. The book is unflinchingly honest, inspiring, and of course, hysterical. But could we ever expect anything else from dear ol’ Dave?While it is not surprising that the book is presented to readers in a witty but honest and true to life style that is Sedaris’ signature, you will perhaps be a little surprised by the early years of the diary. If you’re like me, all of a the authors you admire occupy a neat, tidy space in your mind in which they have always existed as fully-formed, self-actualized, competent geniuses. Sedaris shows us that at least as far as he is concerned, this wasn’t the case. He started out just as clueless as anyone, and didn’t shy away from making his share of mistakes. Sedaris begins writing his extensive diary collection in 1977 as he is hitchhiking across the country with a friend. These early years reveal a heretofore unknown (or to me at least,) portrait of Sedaris. Sedaris is not bashful about presenting his readers with an accurate depiction of what his life was like at that time. He was addicted to drugs, he was unable to hold down an hourly job and resorted instead to odd jobs, he lived in poverty and he did not live well. He lived in low-rent apartments that were falling apart in violent neighborhoods. He spent hours each day observing people in the IHOP (a question that goes unanswered is how? As he was not able to hold steady employment,) and he was a slave to his addiction. Continue reading “Theft by Finding: a book review”
As a long time admirer of Emily Dickinson, I wanted so badly to enjoy this film. Sadly, I just didn’t. To be honest the film felt stilted, it was like viewing the final project of a student filmmaker, rather than the sophisticated Emily Dickinson biopic I had paid to see. Continue reading “A Quiet Passion: a Film Review”
March is Women’s History month. To celebrate, I will publish one post featuring a strong, brave, or otherwise admirable woman per day. I’m getting the ball rolling with a profile of one of my life long heroes and one incredible, divine performer, Bette Midler.
I know that it isn’t her style, but Tay should strongly consider covering Whitney Houston’s I’m Every Woman, because it’s all in her. Whoa, that sounded like a dick joke. It wasn’t. I’m just implying that although she is widely adored and equally as hated, Taylor Swift never quite gets the credit she deserves. Let me count the ways in which T-Swizzle is amaze-dizzle. P.s. Taylor, if you’re reading this, I REALLY want to be your best friend.