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A review by eileen_daly_boas
Don't Get Too Comfortable by David Rakoff
5.0
No spoilers.
Blurb: David Rakoff is brilliant, funny, wry and self-deprecating. If you appreciate the work of David Sedaris, this is smarter. If you like Sarah Vowell, this is sharper and more cutting. If you don't know those authors, go check them out as well.
Longer version: I've followed David Rakoff through This American Life, and occasionally read his works in various magazines. He's always smart, always a bit sad, but a genuinely talented observer of people. The hypocrisy of the first-world is called on the carpet, but he's out there on the carpet with us.
As an audiobook, this was perfection. Rakoff's timing is perfect for the one-line gems that make you laugh out loud, but you can also hear him wincing or smiling or rolling his eyes.
Rakoff is an openly gay man and while I can imagine readers who would only see him as a stereotype of the effete, delicate, overly intellectual gay man, that's their loss. This is a charming and sweet, caustic and sharp, beautiful and scathing look at love of fashion, sex, youth and ultimately, ourselves.
Listening to this right after Rakoff's death from cancer was crushing at times, and a voice like his silenced, is almost too much to bear.
Blurb: David Rakoff is brilliant, funny, wry and self-deprecating. If you appreciate the work of David Sedaris, this is smarter. If you like Sarah Vowell, this is sharper and more cutting. If you don't know those authors, go check them out as well.
Longer version: I've followed David Rakoff through This American Life, and occasionally read his works in various magazines. He's always smart, always a bit sad, but a genuinely talented observer of people. The hypocrisy of the first-world is called on the carpet, but he's out there on the carpet with us.
As an audiobook, this was perfection. Rakoff's timing is perfect for the one-line gems that make you laugh out loud, but you can also hear him wincing or smiling or rolling his eyes.
Rakoff is an openly gay man and while I can imagine readers who would only see him as a stereotype of the effete, delicate, overly intellectual gay man, that's their loss. This is a charming and sweet, caustic and sharp, beautiful and scathing look at love of fashion, sex, youth and ultimately, ourselves.
Listening to this right after Rakoff's death from cancer was crushing at times, and a voice like his silenced, is almost too much to bear.