A riotous collection of memoirs which explores the absurd hilarity of modern life and creates a wickedly incisive portrait of an all-too-familiar world.
It takes Sedaris from his humiliating bout with obsessive behaviour in 'A Plague of Tics' to the title story, where he is finally forced to face his naked self in the company of lunatics.
At this soulful and moving moment, he brushes cigarette ashes from his pubic hair and wonders what it all means. This remarkable journey into his own life follows a path of self-effacement and a lifelong search for identity leaving himself both under suspicion and over dressed.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 352 pages
- Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
- Publication Date: 06/07/2006
- Category: Memoirs
- ISBN: 9780349119779
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Showing 1 - 4 of 4 reviews.
Review by Smiler69
My first time reading David Sedaris. Every review emphasizes how funny, nay, HILARIOUS and what a laugh-out-loud-till-you-split-a-gut reading experience it provided. So okay, the stories were a little loopy, but I chuckled just once and that’s about it.
Review by phoebesmum
I don't actually find Sedaris all that funny, possibly because he comes across as (a) unlikeable and (b) a bit grubby, but this was remaindered, and I had nothing else to read, oh, apart from the thousand-odd books scattered around the house. The usual selection of would-be outrageous memoirs that, for the most part, fail either to outrage or to entertain more than very, very mildly.
Review by kk1
funny, great dialogue and swearing; more memoirs about him, his family and his adventures - all fairly crazy, in an entertaing way.
Review by presto
In this collection of autobiographical short stories David Sedaris gives us a glimpse into his life as a boy and a young man starting out in the world of work. They are not in any chronological order, and can jump back and forth in time, but one thing they have in common is that they are all very funny, some hilarious. Yet they are not flippant nor slight in content, and underlying the humour one cannot miss the occasional anguish of a young man aware of his own shortcomings; for Sedaris writes self-effacingly and with candour, and his honesty only warms us to him. Naked is a very enjoyable read, and at times very moving as hidden behind the humour, Sedairs opens himself up just as the title suggests.