I am not usually one to indulge myself in brief but explicit glimpses into other people's personal lives...who am I kidding, I rarely miss an episode of Jersey Shore, and have a strong, unexplainable desire to keep up with the Kardashians. Fortunately, David Sedaris's witty banter is far less shameful and yet still as intriguing as my other nosey habits.
Me Talk Pretty One Day, is cleverly written and provides a vision of family life that is mostly relateable. This book has many laugh out loud moments along with a disturbing and explicit description of collecting one's toenails and garbage then selling it to the local art museum.
Here's a morsel to wet your palette...I will set the scene:
David is taking a French class and the students are attempting to answer a question about Easter in French:
"The Italian nanny was attempting to answer the teachers latest question when the Moroccan student interrupted, shouting "Excuse me, What is an Easter?"
It would seem that despite having grown up in a Muslim country, she would have heard it mentioned once or twice, but no. "I mean it," she said, "I have no idea what you people are talking about."
The teacher called upon the rest of us to explain.
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of god who call his self Jesus and... oh shit." She faltered and her fellow country man came to her aid.
"He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two... morsels of... lumber."
The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.
"He die one day and then he go above of my head to live with your father."
"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die. the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples, he nice the Jesus."
I give this 3.5 apple slices dipped in peanut butter out of 5, the book was good but I got a bit tired of hearing about France, kind of like how you get tired of reading about New Zealand...yes, we get it, it's amazing, and we're all SUPER jealous. *_*
David is taking a French class and the students are attempting to answer a question about Easter in French:
"The Italian nanny was attempting to answer the teachers latest question when the Moroccan student interrupted, shouting "Excuse me, What is an Easter?"
It would seem that despite having grown up in a Muslim country, she would have heard it mentioned once or twice, but no. "I mean it," she said, "I have no idea what you people are talking about."
The teacher called upon the rest of us to explain.
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of god who call his self Jesus and... oh shit." She faltered and her fellow country man came to her aid.
"He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two... morsels of... lumber."
The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.
"He die one day and then he go above of my head to live with your father."
"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die. the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples, he nice the Jesus."
I give this 3.5 apple slices dipped in peanut butter out of 5, the book was good but I got a bit tired of hearing about France, kind of like how you get tired of reading about New Zealand...yes, we get it, it's amazing, and we're all SUPER jealous. *_*
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