Hip radio comedy fans and theater folks who belong to the
cult of Obie-winning playwright/performer David Sedaris must
kill to get this book. These would be fans of the scaldingly
snide Sedaris's hilariously described personal misadventures
like The Santaland Diaries (a monologue about his work as an
elf to a department store Santa) seen off-Broadway in 1997.
In a series of similarly textured essays, Sedaris takes us
along on his catastrophic detours through a nudist colony, a
fruit-packing plant, his own childhood, and a dozen more of
the world's little purgatories.