I finally picked up David Sedaris’ Calypso (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) that everyone (by everyone I mean one YouTuber and a person on Instagram I followed) has been raving about but since I had given only two stars to Sedaris’ Running in Corduroy and Denim (⭐️⭐️) I was sceptical. It seems that his brutal sense of humour must have grown on me as I got older and I was now ready to fully appreciate his stories and anecdotes. He writes about things as small as suffering from a gastrointestinal virus or shopping and then takes a sudden morbid turn to talk about his sister’s suicide. Somehow it works. With his savage sarcasm, he describes his family’s quirks and picks on stuff no one else would ever care to write about. An essay he wrote about his mother and her alcoholism made me cry but most of the others were just laughing out-loud funny.
After finishing Calypso this summer I realised another of his books came out at the end of May. Happy-Go-Lucky has had fantastic reviews (here’s one) and I will definitely add it to my next holiday reading list.
Calypso by David Sedaris
