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David Sedaris returns with his most deeply personal and darkly hilarious book.
If you've ever laughed your way through David Sedaris's cheerfully misanthropic stories, you might think you know what you're getting with Calypso. You'd be wrong.
When he buys a beach house on the Carolina coast, Sedaris envisions long, relaxing vacations spent playing board games and lounging in the sun with those he loves most. And life at the Sea Section, as he names the vacation home, is exactly as idyllic as he imagined, except for one tiny, vexing realization: it's impossible to take a vacation from yourself.
With Calypso, Sedaris sets his formidable powers of observation toward middle age and mortality. Make no mistake: these stories are very, very funny--it's a book that can make you laugh 'til you snort, the way only family can. Sedaris's powers of observation have never been sharper, and his ability to shock readers into laughter unparalleled. But much of the comedy here is born out of that vertiginous moment when your own body betrays you and you realize that the story of your life is made up of more past than future.
This is beach reading for people who detest beaches, required reading for those who loathe small talk and love a good tumor joke. Calypso is simultaneously Sedaris's darkest and warmest book yet--and it just might be his very best.
Funny but pointless
The book is an easy read and is pretty funny in parts, but I didn’t see if there was any point the author was trying to make, if at all. I am not sure if there is anything I learnt from the book overall.
Dark Humor Goes Awry
I like David Sedaris’ writing style. It’s easy to read, flows nicely from sentence to sentence. Usually I enjoy his writing.
This book was dark. Heavy. Sad. And not funny or humorous. Sure, there is a passage here or there that offers a chuckle. Overall, I felt sad for him and his family. An alcoholic dead mother, a bipolar dead sister, a pack rat, hoarding barely alive mean old SOB father, greedy sisters, and a mostly out of the picture brother. That 6 grown siblings could produce only 1 daughter/niece between them is a testament to dysfunction.
And the opening chapters of excess just made me mad. A house in England, a spur of the minute beach house purchase on OBX, shopping sprees in Japan for crap no one needs. It’s like his narcissistic ego is saying, “Look at me! I’ve made it as an author! I have money to blow and you don’t.” What exactly makes him better than Trump then? He refused to see his sister, divides his house into mine (better) and the rest of the family (worse), gloats about his too hard, writer’s life existence.
I really wanted to enjoy this book, but just couldn’t.
Not as entertaining as I hoped.
It was ok, mildly sarcastic and humorous but I’m surprised it’s so high on the Bestseller list. I’d skip this one if I had it to do over again.