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Scott, ... we don't get the books pre-publication date like large retailers out there but we are expecting to get our BILLY SUMMER sometime next week and start shipping them then! Thank you for your patience in advance.
Might have to pick an older SK to reread but will that make the book hangover better or worse??? No one tells a story like SK!
I do have Richard Chizmar's new book coming Tuesday. If all else fails. Looking forward to it.
I have readers block! I've been working on the same book for over a year!
I'll be back soon... I finally got my library put together after about five years...I assume this will help!
Right???
Now reading his Calypso.
David and I have an easy/uneasy relationship. He doesn't know that of course, but I do and that's what counts when reading his work. I love an essayist who plays with humor. Erma Bombeck was that. Dave Barry is that. David Sedaris is that -- only there is a little more edge and meanness to him at times. A little too forthcoming, too revealing to the point of uncomfortable.
He totally pushes my boundaries. Points a finger at my judgements and says, "think."
And while we are close in age, I feel motherly towards him because there are two David Sedaris. There is the David Sedaris I read, and there is the David Sedaris that reads to me.
Why that's important is the David I read scares the shit out of me. When I read his work, I worry about him. He makes me sad a lot. But I also laugh out loud too. I love his writing. I love the way he words things.
But, I question his lack of boundaries, his balls to the wall way he deals with life. He had a perfect mother for him because I would've squashed him down so flat he wouldn't have been able to breathe. I am not proud of that. But, I'm a timid girl, and I would have unknowingly, not on purpose, made him afraid of his own shadow. Thank God my kids rose above their raisin', because they both get out there. They will try, they do take chances. But intelligent ones.
David is very observant, but he leaps before he looks sometimes and I want to dive in after him and say, "that's enough for today."
Amanda Palmer is another one of these rare unicorns. Balls to the wall. The timid part of me loves this quality in both of them, but it doesn't keep me from talking to them, begging them to please come put on their floaties, don't accept rides from strangers, don't open the door to that person, please don't feed tumors to turtles (David did this)! etc....etc...
The David Sedaris who reads to me (audiobook, youtube event) is so funny. I can read an essay and be sad, worry, but the writing is so good, and I think to myself-- David, please let me protect you! Come talk to me first before you do that.
When David reads the exact same essay, the humor comes out. The absurdity he is writing about comes through and I laugh and I feel better. He's going to be okay. This is exactly why I love authors who read their own work. They know how it sounded in their head and they project that to you. The tone, the tempo, the quirky phrase, the pauses, the highs and the lows. It's really music the way they read their own work. I want to hear the music they intended, not the perceived tune I think in my head.
His Masterclass is terrific. I enjoyed it so much, I think I'm going to watch it again.
Also, I ordered Peter Crowther's Things I Didn't Know My Father Knew. That should be coming along shortly.