Having moved to Paris, he enrolls in French class and struggles endlessly with the logic in assigning inanimate objects a gender (“Why refer to Lady Flesh Wound or Good Sir Dishrag when these things could never live up to all that their sex implied?”).

Sedaris (also an essayist on National Public Radio) approaches comic preeminence as he details his futile attempts, as an adult, to learn the French language. Brilliant evildoing in this family is not unique to the author. Sedaris-soon after she’s put a beloved sick cat to sleep-is terrorized by bogus reports of a “miraculous new cure for feline leukemia,” all orchestrated by her bitter children. (Lou, to the prankster’s relief, always politely declined Mrs. Midland” was impersonated by Lou’s 12-year-old daughter Amy. Only years later is it divulged that “Mrs. Here is father Lou, who’s propositioned, via phone, by married family friend Mrs.

Sedaris at first mines what may be the most idiosyncratic, if innocuous, childhood since the McCourt clan. The undisputed champion of the self-conscious and the self-deprecating returns with yet more autobiographical gems from his apparently inexhaustible cache ( Naked, 1997, etc.).

Me talk pretty