I've just finished Barrel Fever, which is, I think, the fourth David Sedaris book I've read. And every time I read a David Sedaris book, I remember, "Oh wait, I don't really like these books". There is a pitiless, dehumanizing quality to his observations that is exactly the opposite of what I think the best writing embodies. But I keep reading them. And…
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