'THE TRUTH ABOUT DAVID SEDARIS' : ESSAY

'' The Best Of Me '' : By David Sedaris displays the genius as it reveals the growth of a writer, a sense of how his outlook has changed and where he finds humor.

I began reading “ The Best Of Me,” David Sedaris’s new collection, on an airplane over the Atlantic. I was covered in prophylactic measures and heavily dosed on sleeping pills, which might explain the curious notes I have since discovered in the margins.

“ I had a brother-in-law named The Rooster‘’ in one poignant example, but what is one to make of the terrifying scribble, “AH FEAR!, “ I ask you? Or most mysterious of all : “348263947?” - either a stranger’s passport number or the combination of a bank vault. 

Was I planning a false identity? A heist? Perhaps we shall never know, so let us rely instead upon my final note, which reads : “ This is the best thing Sedaris has ever written.”

In the non-narcotic light of the day, I stand by it. Strange, since “The Best of Me” is a collection of writing. Ordinary readers (and I am the most ordinary of reader) will be expecting a flamboyance of favorites, from the leap to NPR stardom with. “Santaland Diaries” and his quarter-century rock star journey from from 1994’s “Barrel Fever‘’ to 2018’s “ Calypso.” Ordinary readers, however, will be wrong.

This is not some Sedarian immaculate collection, instead, as he himself writes in the introduction; instead, as he himself writes in the introduction, the pieces ''are the sort I hoped to produce back when I first started writing, at the age of 20.''

They are what he hoped he would be. They are the best of him. Has Sedaris included ''Santaland Diaries''? He has not, Has Sedaris included ''The Motherless Bear,'' a work of fiction that elicited a great deal of the mail? He has.

Is Amy here? His mom? His dad? Ye Rooster who becomes The Juicester? Bien sur. In fact this book is  all about his family and alright......, I'll say it : Love.

No point planning a heist; Sedaris has opened the vault himself in his early fiction - the hilariously patty tyrants of ''Glen's Honophobia Newsletter Vol.3, No.2'' and ''Front Row Center With Thaddeus Bristol''  - Sedaris finds it in cruelty :

''In the role of Mary,'' Thaddeus remarks in his review of Sacred Heart Elementary Christmas pageant, a ''6-year-old Shannon Burke just barely manages to pass herself off.'' That cruelty continues in Sedaris's pseudo-autobiographical work, but the monster is we are seeing through is ''David Sedaris.''

In ''The Incomplete Quad,'' he imagines his family envying his life : ''Me, the winner'' Paragraph break, next paragraph : ''I was cooking spaghetti and ketchup in my electric skillet one night...........''

It is a delicious pleasure to understand an obliviousness that Sedaris [supposedly] does not. ''There weren't many people I truly hated back then,'' he tells us about his prepubescent self in ''Memory Laps,''  ''30, maybe 45 at most.''

The subject, in many of the pieces Sedaris has selected, is the judgment and pain we inflict on one another, and by ''we'' Sedaris does not mean people in general. He means him. And he means you. And he means me.

The World Students Society thanks review author Andrew Sean Greer. His most recent novel, ''Less.'' won the 2018 Pulitzer Prize.