Updated: Jan 27, 2019
I swear I’m not a stalker. Really. I once called David Sedaris one of the classic authors of our (my) generation and I truly believe this to be the case. I also talk about my love of my travel and that I do it any chance I can. There’s actually a very personal reason for that. Maybe I’ll get into it here at some point, but for now, let’s keep it light.
Travel inspires me. It increases my creativity and focus, and opens my eyes to places, authors, and people I would have never experienced otherwise. I can’t separate them and I don’t want to. If I see a random, unexpected alley, I’m going to explore it. I’m the same way with literature and authors.
Back to stalking. I mean… reading.
I’ve spent a lot of time in the UK in the last seven or eight years. I learned one of my UK friends works about 15 minutes from David Sedaris’s home in West Sussex UK. (He’s originally from America.) When I found this out, I immediately began Google Mapping directions from London to West Sussex, and completely ignored the multiple messages from Verizon warning me I’m approaching my data limit. I didn’t even bother connecting to available free Wi-Fi.
The first book I ready by Sedaris was Holidays on Ice on a friend’s recommendation. I was hesitant. I looked at the author and the book as a little alley I may want to explore but just wasn’t quite ready. His books are more or less individual essays as opposed to chapters, but I found out very quickly they’re all related in one way or another to either an essay in the same book, or to another in a different book. These essays are about him. His life. His partner. His family. All of us can relate to much of what he has to say.
Some of the essays in Holidays on Ice are:
Dinah, the Christmas Whore
The Cow and the Turkey
Based on those titles alone, do yourself a favor and pick up this book. Sedaris has been called “one of the funniest men alive” by the Economist and I have to agree. Once you read this, I’m betting you’ll run out to your local bookstore (or browse your Nook or Kindle) to buy everything he’s ever written.
And just so you know, I did not stalk him on that trip. However the next time I’m in London I know that if I leave Victoria station at 6:32am I can be in West Sussex by 8:37am. He frequents the local tea shop and I take my tea as seriously as I take my reading.