I hope you're not getting tired of hearing me mention how awesome David Sedaris is. He is and I'm sorry. Really. I know that the world has been reading him for years. I myself had heard some of his NPR pieces and read some of his short stories in The New Yorker. It wasn't until just a couple of months ago that I actually picked up Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim.
Now, I don't think I can really speak to the literary merits of his work but I find Sedaris's reflections on expatriation very close both to my personal experience of being a foreigner and to my experience of building a relationship in an environment that presents both me and my husband with unusual challenges. That, I think, is the main reason I love him as much as I do.
The other day, actually, I thought it would be awesome if I could have Mr. Sedaris over as a guest-blogger. We would share embarrassing stories about our respective experiences as foreigners and laugh so hard until we were no longer able to distinguish whether we were being laughed with or laughed at. How awesome would that be?!
Also, since getting the actual David Sedaris to make an appearance on this wonderfully thoughtful blog is pretty much as likely as getting my own Dad to wear corduroy (chance=0), I think I'm going to turn a blind eye and blog in his name. I'm sure he wouldn't mind one bit. Also, he often mentions that he is such a Luddite that he hasn't actually seen the Internet yet, so I think I'd be safe.