One of the many
components of David Sedaris’ personality and writing style that make him so
entertaining is his intense sarcasm. Those who have a specially tuned ear to sarcasm find Sedaris’ use
of it particularly witty and sometimes shocking. This unique form of humor is pleasing to each
and every reader and unfailingly draws a chuckle or two out of me in each
essay. However, the most recent
anecdotes I have read in Dress Your
Family in Corduroy and Denim have brought a slight literary inconvenience
to my attention.
I've noticed that when in the
midst of an incredibly uncomfortable and out-of-the-ordinary situation, Sedaris
tends to use his sarcasm to treat a situation as if such an insane occasion
were a typical part of his mercilessly strange life. At some points, this technique comes in handy
in his attempt make the reader laugh, while in many other parts this has a
muting effect. The essay titled “Blood
Work” describes a time when Sedaris was hired as an apartment cleaner by a man
who mistook him as an employee for an erotic home-cleaning service. The events that occurred because of this
mistake are so humiliating to read that I almost sprained a muscle in my face
due to cringing so fiercely. However, the
embarrassment is not clearly expressed by the author and is instead glazed over
by an off-putting attitude that treats the situation as only moderately embarrassing,
at most. Some might argue that this
technique is genius, and that Sedaris is leaving it up to the reader to carry
the entire weight of the embarrassment as they feel necessary. This is a perfectly valid argument, and I
will not attempt to push it aside completely.
I, on the other hand, would highly appreciate more of an insight on how
Sedaris himself felt in such a strange and uncomfortable situation. In other essays, Sedaris pushes the described
emotions and reactions in the direction of his family rather than himself. Since he doesn't have the skill to see
directly into the minds of his family and friends and copy his findings down in
his book, the reader is left assuming that Sedaris’ portrayal of their
reactions and emotions are relatively accurate.
I find myself simply wishing that Sedaris would talk about his own inner
feelings and responses to events more often; it is a memoir, after all.
Despite the continuous laughter
that Sedaris’ stories evoke from me, his use of sarcasm to tame his emotions in
their raw, original state leave a few of the author's own first-hand reactions to be desired.
(Question answered: What parts distract from the work's overall effectiveness? Why?)