Travis_J_Smith’s #CBR5 Review #23: Barrel Fever by David Sedaris

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Unaware that it was his debut work, I checked Barrel Fever out of the library when I saw it shelved beside what I’d been looking for, his later release, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. More Sedaris surely wouldn’t be a mistake on my part, I thought. Besides, I’d need all the laughter I could get to balance out the sorrow Angelhead: My Brother’s Descent into Madness was bound to bring out.

Minus one essay regarding his smoking habit and people’s holier-than-thou attempts at making him quit smoking around them, as if they were doing him a favor, Barrel Fever left me feeling shorted. Like any writer, Sedaris needed time to settle into his voice. Barrel Fever can thus be thought of as his awkward teenage years.

Underneath, you know there’s a humor begging to be let out, but Sedaris is still too immature and unrefined for his efforts to read as anything more than him trying desperately to force said humor out. Sedaris in the short stories especially, goes for quirky and comedic and manages only off-the-wall and artificial.

Barrel Fever has worth as a book which will lend you perspective by showing how far he’s come. Except, if you’re in pursuit of classic Sedaris, it’s best left alone.

Travis Smith’s blog, containing this review, as well as others, photography, and more, can be found here.

Travis_J_Smith’s #CBR5 Review #05: When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris

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Among my fondest memories of high school is the day on which my eleventh grade Honors English teacher read to us aloud from David Sedaris’ Me Talk Pretty One Day. In all honesty, I can’t remember why it was that he did so; then again, I also am unable to recall why he imposed classical music on my obviously unreceptive classmates during designated reading time, why he carried on the blatant lie that my first novel wasn’t positively foul for an entire year, or why he so arrogantly proclaimed himself my “mentor” in the college recommendation letters he wrote for me.

Whatever the reason, I was enthralled as much as taken aback at being read stories centering around defecation out loud by an instructor. Surely this wasn’t everyday behavior. Though I’d been read to be a teacher before, it had occurred five years prior in sixth grade. In that instance, it was part one of Margaret Peterson Haddix’s Shadow Children series, the likely start of my borderline obsession with the dystopic and apocalyptic. Haddix had me so invested in her characters then that, upon my teacher wrapping up the first, I immediately hopped online to ascertain whether a sequel did, in fact, exist. Days later, the school received the order my teacher had placed and we began part two post-haste.

Those books, though, could be argued were a teaching tool; Sedaris’ essays, on the other hand, felt to me like something the most uptight of school districts would ban from their libraries. At least that’s how my not-yet-18-year-old self saw things, which is precisely why that one moment left such a lasting impact upon me, why I no sooner saw When You Are Engulfed in Flames on the book store shelf than I’d removed it from said shelf, purchased it, and placed it on a shelf of my own. Removed from the context of eleventh grade Honors English, I worried Sedaris’ essays wouldn’t have the same effect, that his brand of humor would come across as somehow immature to my 23-year-old self.

I needn’t have worried, though, as Sedaris rambling, loose-form essays were as amusing a read as always. Being now an adult, I found myself bothered ever so slightly by how much the essays lacked cohesiveness, seeming to me like a bunch of hilarious, yet unrelated, side-stories thrown together under one vague header. That being said, it feels unfair to levy such a criticism against the man, since one gets the feeling that’s sort of his thing. Besides, all that really matters with a writer the likes of Sedaris is whether or not his essays were worth more than the occasional laugh, which they were, resoundingly so.

Some essays stood out more than others, as is to be expected. I, myself, am partial to “The Understudy,” the story of Mrs. Peacock, Sedaris’ domineering childhood babysitter, and “What I Learned,” the made-up story of his time at Princeton University. The former is practically overflowing with such a bevy of details (“The houses looked like something a child might draw, a row of shaky squares with triangles on top. Add a door, add two windows. Think of putting a tree in the front yard, and then decide against it because branches aren’t worth the trouble.”) that it, of all the essays, is the one which feels the most real, while the latter goes at the college-age uncertainty in clever fashion, Sedaris starting out majoring in patricide (“So what’s wrong with matricide? What, I’m not good enough to murder? You’re too high and mighty to take out your only mother?) before switching to the comparatively lackluster major of comparative literature (“You’re going to study literature and get a job doing what? Literaturizing?”).

The thing about Sedaris, though, is that his essays cover such a wide-range of subjects, from the garden-variety to the patently-absurd, that it’s doubtful any two readers’ favorites will be exactly alike. So I say read When You Are Engulfed in Flames, and to make sure to tell me which you liked the most. Let’s see if, by the end of this, we’ll have named every essay in the thing. I know I wouldn’t be surprised if we did.

Travis Smith’s blog, containing this review, as well as others, photography, and more, can be found here.

Kash’s #CBR5 Review #2: When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris

I somehow thought that including a picture I took myself of an actual book would be more powerful but I'm not feeling it.

I somehow thought that including a picture I took myself of an actual book would be more powerful but I’m not feeling it.

I first got into David Sedaris about five years ago, when I made the mistake of reading Me Talk Pretty One Day on an airplane ride and spent the entire time trying to stifle giggles unsuccessfully. It’s shameful that it’s taken me so long to read When You Are Engulfed in Flames, but the result is no less pleasing.

Sedaris’ books are collections of stories that he writes about his life. More specifically his family, his longtime partner and their world travels, and the copious amounts of drugs he used in his younger years. I always find them ridiculous but relatable, and When You Are is no different. There are moments when I laugh so hard it hurts, and others when I feel sorry for him.

The last third(ish) of the book is about his decision to quit smoking and it’s both entertaining and informative. He describes to the reader that he started smoking in a culture that is so different than ours now. Now we have clean air zones, smoking bans, and the disintegration of the smoking section. As a non-smoker I never thought of the difference it would make to a traveler who can no longer smoke in their hotel, or having to smoke in those disgusting tanks they have in airports. Some people would say it serves them right, but whatever.

Overall it is just as enjoyable as Sedaris’ other books. I laugh out loud on every page and my boyfriend thinks I’m crazy. But at least I’m in the privacy of our home and not crying from laughter on a plane by myself. If you haven’t read any of his work, I would suggest starting with Holidays on Ice and moving up from there.

sloanbuller’s #CBR5 Review #01: Barrel Fever by David Sedaris

41447VE5SXL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_Barrel Fever is David Sedaris’ first collection of short stories and essays, which is funny because it ended up being the last one of his books that I have read. It includes twelve stories and four essays, with no real theme or connecting idea, besides Sedaris’ usual focus on weird families.

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