David Sedaris (born December 26, 1956) is an American humorous essayist and… Read Full Bio ↴David Sedaris (born December 26, 1956) is an American humorous essayist and radio contributor. Much of his humor is autobiographical and self-deprecating, concerning his large family life, Greek heritage, various jobs, education, and his life in France with his boyfriend Hugh.
He was born in Binghamton, New York, and raised in Raleigh, North Carolina. He dropped out of Kent State University in 1977, and ten years later graduated from the Art Institute of Chicago. In his teens and twenties, he dabbled in visual and performance art. His lack of success was described in several of his essays. Sedaris has obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he chronicles in his short story "A Plague of Tics."
His first book, Barrel Fever (1994) was a collection of essays and short fiction. Several compilations of his essays have been published in books such as Naked (1996), and Me Talk Pretty One Day (2000). Several of his books, including Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim (2004) have hit #1 on the New York Times Best Seller list for Nonfiction. He is a frequent contributor to the PRI/Chicago Public Radio show This American Life, and Esquire and The New Yorker magazines. In 2001, he was named "Humorist of the Year" by Time magazine and he received the Thurber Prize for American Humor. Although Wayne Wang optioned his book Me Talk Pretty One Day for a movie, Sedaris declined to proceed with the project out of concern for his family and how they might be portrayed in a movie.
He is also a playwright, having authored along with his sister, actor Amy Sedaris, several plays under the name "The Talent Family." These include: Stump the Host (1993), Stitches (1994), One Woman Shoe (1995), The Little Frieda Mysteries (1997), and The Book of Liz. He also co-authored Incident at Kobblers Knob which was presented and produced by David Rockwell at the Lincoln Center Festival.
He was born in Binghamton, New York, and raised in Raleigh, North Carolina. He dropped out of Kent State University in 1977, and ten years later graduated from the Art Institute of Chicago. In his teens and twenties, he dabbled in visual and performance art. His lack of success was described in several of his essays. Sedaris has obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he chronicles in his short story "A Plague of Tics."
His first book, Barrel Fever (1994) was a collection of essays and short fiction. Several compilations of his essays have been published in books such as Naked (1996), and Me Talk Pretty One Day (2000). Several of his books, including Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim (2004) have hit #1 on the New York Times Best Seller list for Nonfiction. He is a frequent contributor to the PRI/Chicago Public Radio show This American Life, and Esquire and The New Yorker magazines. In 2001, he was named "Humorist of the Year" by Time magazine and he received the Thurber Prize for American Humor. Although Wayne Wang optioned his book Me Talk Pretty One Day for a movie, Sedaris declined to proceed with the project out of concern for his family and how they might be portrayed in a movie.
He is also a playwright, having authored along with his sister, actor Amy Sedaris, several plays under the name "The Talent Family." These include: Stump the Host (1993), Stitches (1994), One Woman Shoe (1995), The Little Frieda Mysteries (1997), and The Book of Liz. He also co-authored Incident at Kobblers Knob which was presented and produced by David Rockwell at the Lincoln Center Festival.
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I still remember the very first short story of Sedaris' I read in Naked. It was a book gifted to me by a handsome guy I'd met at LACMA in downtown LA, in January 2002. In the first paragraph, I was absolutely HORRIFIED at what this man was writing. I could hardly believe it as I was reading it. It wasn't humorous at all, but grotesquely narcissistic, and showed delusions of grandeur, and that he somehow fancied himself, and his family, as some kind of gorgeous, intelligent, talented club that was special and deserving of everyone at a large event stopping their conversations, as their family entered the room, and staring at them...WISHING they could be just like them. It was some of the most wretched, self-aggrandizing writing I had ever read. Full stop.
I had never read his work before and, when the book was given to me, I had already been living in LA for 3 years, and hadn't picked up a NYer magazine at least since 1997 when I moved from Manhattan to the west coast. Truth be told, I'd probably stopped reading the NYer a few years before that, even. I dislike the cartoons of the cover where all the city dwellers had these haughty looks on their faces, and the tips of their noses up in the air. It was snobby, off-putting, and self-congratulatory, at time. Other times, I find little treasures of information tucked away in the pages in the last half of the magazine, and often time the political satire and interior cartoons were intelligently insightful AND hilarious. The young man I met at the museum assured me I should keep reading, as Sedaris' writing was also intelligently insightful AND hilarious, much like the NYer's political satire.
I read several of Sedaris' books after Naked, from Me Talk Pretty One Day all the way up to something about Owls/Animals, by which time I was already so disgusted and fed up with his lack of empathy, self-absorption, and narcissistic insults, that I cracked the binding to the first page, read one paragraph, and promptly RETURNED THE BOOK. Reading/listening to Sedaris' short stories has grown to feel like something akin to the intermittent abuse that domestic abusers inflict on their spouses: the psychological kind when a man doesn't want to "leave a bruise" that can be photographed, as so resorts to emotional and psychological abuse instead. Everything seems fine for a while, and then WHAM!, out of nowhere, this UGLY, entitled, arrogant, I'm-better-than-the-rest-of-you, and this-is-why-you-should-worship-at-the-alter-of-David-Sedaris attitude will come spewing out of his mind/mouth like in The Exorcist. It leaves me needing to take a shower, or feel like I need to put my arm around whoever it is he has attacked, and gently guide them away from him while shooting a scathing glance of incredulity back at him as I escort them away a safe distance from him.
Sedaris' humor has always been cheap, most often at someone else's expense, although just enough at his own to make it seems like it's fair and balanced. However, like most narcissists, the more successful he becomes, and the more "public admiration" he receives, the more IMBALANCED that scale of humor seems to be and the more his abuse is directed at others he so clearly views as beneath him. I pre-ordered his book Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls back in 2013, read two paragraphs and RETURNED IT, deciding I would never again purchase one of his books, and I have stuck to that for a few months shy of a decade now. What kind of person treats their own family with such callous disregard, publicly exposing them in this repeatedly unflattering manner, all for the sake of getting wealthy and famous??? Answer: a narcissist.
Less than 6 months after returning Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls, I came across an article, maybe in the NY Times(?) that mentioned Tiffany Sedaris had died. Digging slightly further, I then learned that Tiffany had KILLED HERSELF and that she had forbidden that anyone in the family could attend her memorial service...and if that's not telling enough, Tiffany went so far as to BAR THE ENTIRE FAMILY from burying her body or even seeing it. Let. That. Sink. In.
Listening to several YT videos today, as I organize my office, I am reminded of the verbally abusive monster that David Sedaris is...at his core...and how he wields his words to make others "look bad"...or foolish...or stupid...or callous...or petty...while often making himself look like A VICTIM. If I combine all the overarching themes of reading hundreds of his short stories I've consumed over the years, I'd say the overarching theme is one of "how can I make millions making others look bad so I can be admired publicly wherever I go?"
There have been moments where I've read something Sedaris wrote about his mother's death...and how he and his siblings behaved then...and years later, reflected back on and seemed to have wished he done more...said more...asked more questions...and been there for his mother as she was frightened, emotionally isolated and alone, and dying of cancer...and realized too late that he wasn't...and how awful that must have been for her. Very sadly, there simply wasn't enough reflection, or enough remorse, or enough REGRET for how he has behaved...how he has exploited his family...how he has harmed his family...and what it has cost each of them.
To sum up, Sedaris = Humor Weaponized.
Is it funny? Sure, at times it is, especially when he is laughing at life, at circumstances, his work life, and himself. It's a lot less funny when you step into the shoes of the non-famous people he is writing about...and are exposed to narcissistic ridicule and judgment...and who never ASKED for a public life...and especially those who have never sought out the spotlight.
Sedaris is too fragile to ever be mistaken for a psychopath, but I have no problem believing that he's a WALKING CHARACTEROLOGICAL DISORDER, and another way to say that might be to just call him the LGBTQ literary version of a neurotic Woody Allen, inappropriately preying on the own trust and vulnerabilities of his own family for his own twisted pleasure (and financial benefit).
The Sedaris family seems to be a classic example of narcissistic psychopathology, in both his mother and father, and how they passed that down to their 6 children whom they seem to have neglected, mocked, abused, and berated, leaving the children to turn on one another in a lifelong feeding frenzy to stay out of the role of family scapegoat,
I may not have given much money to Sedaris over the years, as most of his books were gifted to me except the last one I returned, and the only one I've kept, "Holidays on Ice".
I cannot keep rewarding a narcissistic addict, who's STILL addicted to the great drug of all (for a narcissist), public admiration. Weaponized humor is so...TIRED and DATED,.
Empathy is the new black.
Frida Jaspers
Thanks for posting these. Been an admirer of this superb story-teller for a long time. Not sure Sedaris ever set out to read his stories to audiences, just wanted to get published initially I guess, but since his approach to writing chimed in with so many across so many borders I'm glad he decided to go story-telling, literally. All-time favourite story of his (so far) happens to be one that can only be listened to, not read, from his days at college: 'Nicaragua'
Helfark Mar
Thank you for sharing David's genius with the rest of us :)
Stephen Robillard
I thank you so much for posting. David Sedaris never fails to bring me from my own funky depths by showing hilarity in almost anything. ❤️☮️
pascale pierloot
I never search for hidden meaning or analyse how david uses his stories as therapy. I just like how his stories tell us what a bratt we could be as a child, and some people put up with us, how he embraces his imperfections and still manages to call out others for the things he's bothered by. And with his stories make us laugh about how utterly stupid and grandiose we sometimes used to act growing up. His talent for self defeating humor and coping style are so recognizable... If you weren't left with some shame, you've missed out on the best things.
Davett53
Great ideas! Love the "prescription windows",...genius idea!......I thought I invented something new when I was 12. I had the idea for trouser inserts, that filtered the stink from one's own farts. And that the filter would also exude a delightful scent. Then about 10 years later I saw such a product. Not exactly, but they were fart smell capturing inserts, for one's trousers. I was so bummed out.
Davett53
I had never believed in ghosts, either. Until one day I saw something occur in my house that I couldn't explain. I observed a phenomena. I'm still a little spooked by it,....On two random occasions, I threw my front door key down on a wobbly wooden folding TV table, that is in my hallway. I just tossed my key there, as I always do, not looking where it would land. On two separate occasions, weeks apart,.....the key fell on it's edge. On the extremely narrow edge. Both times the key fell from my fingers, and landed on its edge, and stayed there. Trying to reproduce that, I failed every time I tried to set my key on its edge. I think either a ghost or spirit resides in that old table, that I bought used, at a yard sale, 10 years prior. I studied the table closely and there are no grooves in the surface, nor is it sticky. Yet my metal key, fell and landed on it's narrow edge. It would be like tossing a nickel coin, and having it land on its edge, and remain there,....not rolling away. The experience was very un-nerving.
Kevin Nelson
What a fun person to be around.
Brian
Perfect entertainment practically every listen. Thx man
Siiri Cressey
Prescription windows: Eighteenth century window panes in some places (England, I think) sometimes had magnifying lenses built into them.
Vail Ryan
In the early 90s I had the idea of a business that would deliver food from any nearby restaurant.
Ahead of my time, unfortunately.