" David Sedaris is brilliant with words. He can twist them any way he likes to be as funny, witty and descriptive as he wants. He paints with them, he is a very talented writer. Yet, or maybe for that very reason, I've never hated a book more in my life. The protagonist is such a despicably lazy, infuriating man child, it ain't even cute, and the situations he describes are grotesque. Very poignant too, very often, but grotesque and screaming of trying too hard and too much. If stripped of the brilliance of its execution, this collection of essays would be trash; stories about unflushed turds, abusive French teachers, inane art statements read as exaggerations, as malicious caricatures that begin in nothing and end with nothing . The book, of course, is written with words and it cannot be stripped of its style and essence, and this tears me apart, because the form is genius and the contents are not. "
— Katya, 1/10/2014