Last night, Amelia and I went to see David Sedaris and Lena Dunham read their work at Carnegie Hall. Surprise guest Zadie Smith introduced them and David announced that his sister Amy Sedaris was in the audience, which means that pretty much all of my idols were in one concert hall, so I could have just died right there in my nosebleed balcony seat and all would have been right with the world. From Sedaris, who I’ve seen read before, I got what I expected: wit, brilliance and quirk. He read his most recent piece published in The New Yorker about his sister’s suicide. If you haven’t already read it, please do.
From Dunham, I wasn’t sure what to expect writing-wise. I knew she was paid an absurd $3.7 million to pen a book of essays — an amount which makes it near-impossible for any writer to live up to. After hearing a few selections from her forthcoming book, Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She’s Learned, here’s what I learned: that woman can write like a motherfucker (as Cheryl Strayed would say). The book going to be a memorable read because she has something to say. Is it worth $500 a word? That’s not for me to judge. But I will be purchasing it. Keep reading »