I have been reading some of Sedaris' works that were featured on The New Yorker. I can't help but admire the man's craft. His ability to express what it is he expresses defines him as a person. And he does express himself in such a way that touches one's heart, and awakens one's love and respect for literature. His language is easy on the eyes. He grabs one's attention by his prose.
Is he really, like, gay?
the inconsistent
he who loves
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