by guest blogger and sync writer spencer watson
I am officially one of the 1,300 coolest people in central Arkansas, as that is how everyone was greeted in the opening introduction of An Evening with David Sedaris last Sunday. The author’s visit was a fundraiser in support of the Arkansas Literary Festival, a project of the Central Arkansas Library System.
And I gotta admit, it was pretty cool to look around and think all these people showed up to hear a guy read rather than tune in to Sunday Night Football, and right here in Little Rock.
For my part, I had only recently started to bone up on Sedaris, listening to podcasts of his appearances on NPR. But around me I’d heard increasing mention of his name from friends and coworkers, all of whom highly recommended his books. The lecture itself, if it can be called such, was much more like the broadcasts, with selected reading from selected works with commentary interspersed between.
For example, he gave us the back story on a piece called “Author, Author?“ The title was a “how about” counter-suggestion and the question mark was accidentally included within the quotation marks — the title itself wasn’t supposed to be a question. It appeared in The New Yorker and recounts his practice of handing out gifts on tour, like giving condoms to teenagers. It also recounts a trip to buy those condoms in bulk at Costco, along with some strawberries. Just he and his brother-in-law. Reading it would put anyone in stitches, but hearing the author read it, infusing his timing, was priceless.
In addition to that, we got a look into the future, into a piece due out in an upcoming book that would be full of fables but for the author’s admitted lack of morals, “which really just makes them stories about animals.” This story as about a frog, a duck and a turtle in line at the airport — a piece in which the trio grow increasingly perturbed about the lack of customer service they’re getting and start envisioning increasingly gruesome ways to exact revenge upon the black snake ticket agent. And then it takes a subtle turn to social commentary, and the wit is stunning.
But while there was a lot to enjoy in the reading — which was all too short even though it lasted an hour — probably one of the most enjoyable parts of the evening was the question and answer session at the end. When asked about the most awkward moment he’s had recently, Sedaris didn’t miss a beat launching into a story about being in a hotel fire he at first ignored as a false alarm (ironic, he thought, considering his last book title) and his lack of sympathy for a woman he helped to get out. Asked for observations about Little Rock, he noted the most common words he saw on billboards driving in from Memphis: Jesus and catfish.
All in all, it was a great time, and I even came out of it with an autographed book. Endearingly, it’s not just a token autograph, but includes a unique little doodle of a turtle with an Abe Lincoln like head (I didn’t ask). In my friend Deb’s book, he wrote “I can’t spell credit card debt without you.” To her son Kyle he wrote “I’m glad you’re alive.”
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the mind of David Sedaris. And it is beautiful to behold.







