No, you know what? I’m going to pay with a card. If you go to Starbucks, and you’re like: “I’ll pay with cash. Who doesn’t walk through the airport and think, Oh, my God, that person looks awful look at her legs what made her think it was a good idea to get a tattoo there? I would never say it. I refuse to believe that everybody’s not an asshole in their brain. Writing it makes me laugh because it’s so snobby.
In the new book, I said there’s a look that you perfect in first class, like, Just do your little job. So I’m curious: How do you see empathy as fitting into what you do? I’m not a monster, I suppose. There’s always a sense in your books that you’re an empathetic guy at heart, but some of the funniest parts are when you’re expressing condescension or disdain. “I mean, if life is like a roller coaster, right over this little hump I’m at now is terminal cancer.” Because in the future, I’m just older,” Sedaris said.
“Now when I walk around, I don’t dream about the future. More fortunate still, his success - Sedaris was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 2019 - hasn’t softened the mordant snap that is so much its source.
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Such professional constancies have afforded Sedaris, who is 64, and his longtime partner and frequent literary foil, Hugh Hamrick, personal luxuries like homes in New York, Paris, the English countryside and on the beach in his native North Carolina, as well as the means to indulge his passion for Comme des Garçons clothing. The essayist’s books, the latest of which is “A Carnival of Snackery: Diaries (2003-2020),” are reliable best sellers, and he’s the rare author whose readings, reliably, fill theaters.
“When I was riding my bike or walking,” says David Sedaris, sitting on the terrace of his apartment high above Manhattan on a gentle autumn evening, looking back on his younger days, “I used to fantasize about having the life that I have now.” No wonder.
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