It’s not uncommon for me to have more than one book on the
go. Different moods call for different reading material. Unless of course, I start
reading an amazing novel and am unable to put it down. In those cases, I invest
all my attention to that book.
I find it really difficult to go to sleep without having
read at least a few pages of a book. But lately I have been finding myself
heading to bed at obscenely late times, and I’m lucky if my husband will let me
read a quick page or two before insisting “lights out!” The last thing I want
to do is read “a page or two” of a really good book, especially when most
chapters are many pages long. (I have issues where I can't stop
reading mid-chapter.) Therefore, I always like to have an “easy” read on the
go, a book that you can pick up and be satisfied in only reading a few pages.
Enter: Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim (DYFCD). A compilation of personal essays, this is the
perfect book for quick bed time reading, where you don’t want to be sucked into
the story and end up staying up all night reading. I also have a tendency for
reading well past the point of being tired, which ultimately results in my having
to backtrack several pages in the book the following night to re-read what I
already read, but can’t actually recall. With DYFCD, each chapter (essay)
stands alone which makes this the perfect book to just pick up whenever you
have a few extra minutes. No recalling necessary!
This particular book I picked up last fall at a charity book
sale a friend was having. Naturally, I couldn’t walk away empty handed and it
seemed I had read everything else that was for sale. I’ve never before read anything
by David Sedaris, so I cannot compare this piece of work to any of his others
and I went in with no expectations.
That being said, I did expect to laugh more. Not necessarily
laugh-out-loud laugh, but at least a little chuckle here and there. If
anything, most of the stories made me slightly uncomfortable out of shear embarrassment
for Sedaris and his siblings. I also couldn’t stop thinking how if Sedaris were my brother and was writing some of these stories about me, I’d probably never
speak to him again! (And maybe they don’t...) The book started out promising.
The best (and funniest) story was the first one, in which Sedaris recalls a
Halloween from his childhood. On this particular Halloween, one of the families
on his block missed it and
proceeded to trick-or-treat on November 1st,
oblivious to their error. Sedaris’s mother, not wanting to embarrass these
children, hurriedly tells Sedaris and his siblings to go and get some of their
own candy. Sedaris is horrified that his own mother would even suggest such a thing:
“...Had I been thinking straight, I would have hidden the most valuable items in my dresser drawer, but instead, panicked by the thought of her hand on my doorknob, I tore off the wrappers and began cramming the candy bars into my mouth, desperately, like someone in a contest. Most were miniature, which made them easier to accommodate, but still there was only so much room, and it was hard to chew and fit more in at the same time. The headache began immediately, and I chalked it up to tension.”
Okay, So I did laugh-out-loud at this point. In my
opinion, some of the best humour and best comedians out there are the ones
where we can relate to their jokes/anecdotes. While this was true in the first
essay, I quickly found myself unable to find any relevancy in the rest. Had
this book been classified more as a memoir as opposed to humour, I may have
felt differently about it. People’s lives and often, misfortunes, can be fascinating
to read about (think: Glass Castle), but I kept waiting to laugh or come across
a part I wanted to read out loud to my husband... it never happened.
