I saw David Sedaris read last week, my first time seeing him live. No matter how many of his CDs you've listened to, nothing can brace you for the shock of hearing that first, flaming syllable spill out of his mouth. I recovered, though, and it was the best time I've had in memory.
The best writers connect with their audiences, of course, but Sedaris was downright eerie. That day, my friend and I had discussed 1) how I refuse to dress up on planes and instead wear sweats for comfort and 2) she was still undecided about her presidential vote. Sedaris ridiculed both types of people at length. I'd say it was an astounding coincidence, but I somehow doubt it. I think perhaps he's just that insightful, that good.
Whichever. I loathe him. Deeply.