When You Are Engulfed in Flames
I Want a Polygamist Relationship with David and Hugh
I don't know what it is about Sedaris' writing, but I've decided I want to pitch a tent in his frontal lobe and live the rest of my days as a disciple of his neuroses. "When You Are Engulfed in Flames" is another wicked collection of short stories
that at times had me laughing to the point of broken capillaries. When I read the anecdote about his experience buying pot from a redneck living in a double wide with a girlfriend who referred to the remote control by the n-word, I thought my head was going to explode.
Now, to be fair, this book is not all comedy. In fact, of the books of his that I've read I would consider this one to be the most reflective, if not downright serious at times. The last chapters read far more like a journal than a hysterical composition of outrageous yarns. But on the whole I loved this volume and I continue to ADORE Sedaris. In a perfect world, he and his life partner, Hugh would open the antique doors of their country home in Normandy and say, "Welcome home, Tori. David here has sobered up but you're welcome to live with us and deplete his old stashes of drugs, cigarettes and liquor."