The Thousands

David Sedaris is a lot like getting drunk on dry apple cider. Which, I am at the moment. It’s refreshing, summery, and a lot of fun for about an hour and a half. Then it gives you a headache. So it’s very convenient that his fun, refreshing, summer speaking engagement on Tuesday is only 90 minutes long.

The acclaimed American humorist and author of seven books is coming to Perth for one night, to perform his own style of "spoken word". Which I imagine to be: reading stories, telling jokes, and hitting you with a few drops of his venomous wit.

I have talked to more than six Australians (or as Sedaris would say, 36), and all have responded, "Now I know that name. But I’m not sure who he is."

You know that name, because David Sedaris is the young-white-gay Bill Cosby, that’s why. He’s fucking talented, and endearing. And if there was any justice in this world he would have his own sitcom where he plays an obstetrician/patriarch to a big extended family; living together in a giant brownstone, laughing, and learning life lessons.

But there is no justice, so he’s got to shuck and jive for you fools, just to make rent on his flat in London. If they won’t let you pay double, just clap real loud.