Sorry about posting back-to-back book reviews (I don’t know if anyone really cares to read these) but the weekend was uneventful and I finished reading Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim (Book number 6) by D. Sedaris (another half dozen books and I am done with the reading requirement for the entire year, obsessive much :lol:).
The book is a series of essays focused on the everyday life and family of an adult homo. Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim is such a witty read that if wit could cut, my hands would be terribly bleeding right now. The beginning and end part had so many funny things in them I was chuckling by myself in a few corners around the house. The narration was very light and entertaining and the way Sedaris puts it, it is as if his life is in a parallel universe where even the most mundane has something curious to offer, you’d never run out of interesting stories to tell.
But somehow, following the book felt like a cross between being an actual paparazzi and staying at home in the couch watching a gossip or a reality show. I cannot say I enjoyed that aftertaste now that I think back on it but the wit and humor that Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim have watered down that sensation, fortunately. It was hilarious reading of the possibilities that can only happen inside a crazy man’s head but in the best possible sort. I mean, worrying of a zombie attack, obsessing over the apartment of Anne Frank, and drowning a crippled mouse? You’d have to be paralyzed not to laugh. It sure has its moments, though the middle part can be a drag, highlighted by short bursts of ups and downs (similar to my experience reading Me Talk Pretty One Day, same author).
Reading the odd group of family and friends within the book also gives you an impression similar to what we all do, blogging about our own life, family, and friends. We openly share the hilarity, embarrassment, and glory of it all. I say that is just great. 🙂
On the photo: Drinking tea (on a cup with a protruding nose) and reading books, I’m such an old lady, aren’t I? Fun fact: I don’t like cracking the spine of my books. If the book reached me new, it will look unread and unopened even when I have devoured its contents already. Crazy. 🙄