Monday, September 13, 2010

DAVID SEDARIS DAVID SEDARIS DAVID SEDARIS

Blog number 415 **** 13 September, 2010

This then, is an ode to David Sedaris. "Who is David Sedaris?" You ask. "A very funny writer," I answer.

I first read one of his books - "Me Talk Pretty One Day," several years ago. He also every once in awhile appears in the New Yorker. He is funny. Very funny. I like funny. I adore funny. I bought my granddaughter a copy 'cause she likes funny too and I like to share funny.

A couple of weeks ago I somehow got it into my head to read the book again, so I ordered a copy from the library, and I remembered the first story, about his having to attend speech classes that were designed to get rid of his lisp (Yes, he's one of those. Unashamedly so) but every story from then on was absolutely new to me.

I was convinced that I had only read that first story and then somehow stopped reading and forever after thought I had read the whole book. I do things like that pretty often nowadays. That and losing important items has made my life pretty darn interesting, let me tell you. But then the rest of the stories were familiar again. So what happened? Was it me or did I get a different copy of the same book? Who knows? I don't.

I thought I had more to write. I fooled myself, I guess. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me again, umm. well, just don't do it." I paraphrased because I forget how Bush actually said it. I could probably Google it, but I'm a little lazy today. I'm old.

I think that Bush malapropism and the one that the South Carolina beauty queen did about "The Iraq" are two of my very favorite stumbles.

You know, I saw that girl on a news program a day or two after her gaff - could have been "Good Morning America" or something like that, and they had her read an item off the prompter - could have been a weather report. When she was done, the two talking heads praised her in a very condescending manner. Like she was a two year old that had jut drank her milk from a cup without spilling for the very first time. "That was good! Really, really good!"

She just read writing. Even I could do that and I've never been a beauty contest winner. Not lately anyhow.

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