Happy Easter
“He call his self Jesus, and then he be die one day on two . . . morsels of . . . lumber.”
Had a good time listening to David Sedaris last night, with, variously, Paul, Joyce, Matt, John, Nik and Marty. (I think all these people would write interesting weblogs. But for now, only John has one. Nik, are you listening?) One of the pieces Sedaris read was one from “Me Talk Pretty One Day,” dealing with describing Easter in broken French. It’s not as funny just to read it on the page, but if you want to, you can.
My brother Matt, who’s coming in to town today for a week of visiting and other hilarity, will especially appreciate one anecdote from the reading. Beforehand, having a sandwich at Radical Rye, I said to Paul and Joyce, “I really hope he’s funny tonight. Because I need that.” Paul laughed and said, “Yeah, I can just see him getting up there and saying, ‘This is no time for humor. I think I need to TALK ABOUT THE WAR.'” We all agreed that if Sedaris did something like that, I would have to rush the stage and beat him senseless.
Then, when he asked for questions after the reading, one of the first ones was “What do you think about the war in Iraq?”
I kept my seat. And laughed. Which was good.