The piece is nostalgic, funny, sweet, raw and blunt, typical Sedaris. Go read it.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Only about half-way through the most recent short story from David Sedaris in the New Yorker did I realize that I was reading a story written by a man talking about his relationships and encounters with other men published in a relatively mainstream magazine, and I thought to myself, how awesome. Granted, the New Yorker is a fairly liberal magazine with a pretty geographically confined readership base, but still, it is no fringy rag. It wasn't just that a piece like that would be published there, but that it no longer seems like a big deal.
by Alex Kristofcak at 3:18 PM