We are able to count on having multiple episodes of side-splitting laughter when David Sedaris reads his own work . Neither my husband nor I have laughed uncontrollably for quite some time. I was afraid the neighbors might become annoyed with us. Mr. Sedaris writes well, and he is also a gifted narrator.
Having listened to David Sedaris since he read excerpts from his book, "Holidays on Ice" on NPR, I do not enjoy reading his work as much as I enjoy listening to him narrate. I still purchase all of his books anyway, in case he requires additional periodontal, orthodontics, or oral surgery.
I actually prefer to listen to his books punctuated with sufficient time to recover from diaphragmatic fatigue.
Mr. Sedaris is one of my favorite authors. I hope that he still does book tours, and will make an appearance in Northern California soon.
Full of surprises.
Isaac Simon, and his panoply of narcissistic, antisocial and paranoid character traits. Although they were modified at a glacial pace, he evolved over the course of decades, into an individual who was able to love, mourn, and lose more than a scintilla of his self-defeating character pathology. His intelligence permitted him to gain partial insight into the role that he played in the creation and influence of the vicissitudes of his life and of some of those he encountered during the course of his lifetime.
Isaac Simon's search for "Sperm Whale Sally".
Mary "Abacus", whose kindness and evolving willingness to forgive and to persevere in spite of severe, recurrent acts of cruelty, to which she was repeatedly exposed. She was willing to do almost anything in order to survive and assist those she loved.
I am planning to acquire the second book in this series, and then the third and final book in the series,
Bibliotherapy, living, dying
For the most part, the book was positive and and did not idealize or malign anyone or anything. It demonstrated that life is for the living.
The son, who devoted his time and love during his mother's experience with pancreatic cancer. The mother's voice was not pleasant, and I considered it the weakest link.
Not so much a moment, but the series of events and books that framed the process of dying from pancreatic cancer. The epilogue is memorable, and moving.
The mutual reading and sharing of books as therapy for an incredibly accomplished and tireless mother and son pair. The major source of tension, which was by no means major, was the son's tolerance and pseudo-acceptance of his mother's reliance on Christianity as a crutch at the end. Fortunately, neither character was provincial and the book club related conversations (and great list of books to read or listen to anytime) were often captivating. The use of humor elevated the quality and enjoyment of this work. No easy task within the context of death and dying from one of the most malignant and difficult to treat types of cancer. It was fortunate that her course was relatively indolent.
British storytelling at its best, with a big dose of humor. A must read for anyone who believes, or once did believe, that dubious schemes to get rich without much effort will succeed. I plan to listen to it again soon.
Superb, one of the finest I have heard.
Where is that mine?
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