_Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim_ by David Sedaris

Sedaris’s writing makes it okay for all of us losers to admit we are. His “SantaLand Diaries” was an expose of humiliation. He was like superhero, with a big ‘L’ on his chest.

He managed to take all the embarrassing things, the sorts of things we don’t want to admit to, and make them so wickedly witty they are badges of honor.

It inspires me; makes me brave to try to write my humiliations.

This latest offering, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, reaches a little deeper.

The fact is, there are some humiliations that you can be funny about, and some that you just can’t. This book takes it there. David opened a vein for us.

There are some side-splitter stories, more of Christmas in “Six to Eight Black Men” that made me laugh till I cried. But Sedaris goes on to talk about his first pubescent sleepover, a terrifying experience fraught with danger for a fledgling homosexual. The tension of his fantasy-come-true triumph during strip poker was genius.

He told a sad story of his estrangement from his youngest sister, of his hopelessness at being the kind of brother she needed. He visits his fears and anguishes over being gay in a very straight world. His obsessive-compulsive disorders take him places he does not want to go.

I like this book. I love Sedaris. I am so glad that he keeps writing. I hope he never stops.

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