The word suggests cardigan sweaters," says David Sedaris. The word is humorist. He doesn't like it. It's not as bad as funnyman, but it's close. "The humor section," he whines into the phone, speaking long distance from Paris, where he has been living because he's a smoker and so are most Parisians, "is the last place an author wants to be. They put your stuff next to collections of Cathy cartoons."
Sedaris' work deserves better, and it has been getting it. The acclaim began in 1992 when Sedaris read aloud on NPR from The SantaLand Diaries, a prickly extended sketch about...
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