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Fer chrissakes. I am so irritated. x( (Can you tell?) I have read about a million book reviews for the two "humorous essay" compilations by Sloane Crossley (I Was Told There'd Be Cake and How Did You Get This Number). I just read review No. 1,000,012 in our Sunday paper about five minutes ago.
Every single review has favorably compared Crossley to David Sedaris. Every. Single. One.
Okay, you might be saying, what's your point? ALL 1,000,012 reviewers have hit upon the "fact" that Crossley is just like David Sedaris. So what? He seems to be the pinnacle of modern American humor, so it's the ultimate compliment they can pay Crossley. Right?
Well, there's only one problem with that. David Sedaris is, you know--funny. Crossley? Well...um...I'm sure she's very nice...?
I actually BOUGHT and read, cover to cover, I Was Told There'd Be Cake. While bits of it were mildly amusing, there is NO WAY this chick is even remotely in Sedaris' league. Sedaris makes me nearly pee my pants laughing. Crossley makes me yawn, when I'm not wincing at her overexertions ("I'm being cutesy funny? See? No? Here, lemme try again...")
But never mind the fact that I want my money back from Crossley. I worry more about the quality of journalism (once again), this time in the realm of the reviewer. I smell big payoffs or lazy research (press kit that said Crossley is just like Sedaris? Hmmmm?) I mean, if you can't trust reviewers to be honest... :shrug:
Okay. I'm done. Still aggravated, though. :rant:
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