
one of the biggest comedy writers of his generation (Peter Bradshaw Spectator) there is an echo of Truman Capote or Tennessee Williams - with extra quirk.

It's like gossiping with an old friend - if that friend were a rather sexy American Alan Bennett with lots of good drug stories (Melissa Katsoulis The Times)Ĭool, very funnv, sardonic, yet open. Sedaris shares something of Bennett's detached curiosity, and they both have a thirst for amusement (Craig Brown Mail on Sunday)

He's the real thing (James Naughtie Radio Times)Ī deadpan, darkly comical portrait of the American underbelly. Apparently effortless humour is difficult, and precious. In an era when US satire is outpacing our own he's a sharp, humane and hilarious voice that never fails to make you smile - and sometimes weep. He is the American Alan Bennett - or would be, if Bennett had a history of serious substance abuse and a higher tolerance for sick humour ( Times Literary Supplement) Ultimately, his masterstroke is in acting as a bystander in his own story ( Book of the Day, Guardian) So often Sedaris's phrasing is beautiful in its piquancy and minimalism.His life is extraordinary in so many ways - the drug addiction, the eccentric family, the crazy jobs, the fame, the globetrotting - but one of the more unlikely achievements here is in making it all seem quite ordinary. ( Daily Telegraph, Best Books Under the Sun, Summer 2017) This first of two volumes of his copious diaries takes us from 1977 to 2002, and sees him grow from a despondentĢ1-year-old in menial jobs into the man recognised as possibly the best humorist of the 2000s There isn't a dull word among these pages (India Knight Sunday Times)Ĭould there be a more delightful American import than the memoirist David Sedaris? Not since the peanut butter and jelly sandwich have we inherited something so sweet and comforting yet so wickedly naughty ( The Times) The writing here is funnier, (even) sharper.

The latest installment from always funny, sometimes bizarre comic David Sedaris.
