South Florida Sun-Sentinel (Sunday)
Dressed up with nowhere to go
Humorist David Sedaris has books to promote, but all plans on hold
When New York went into lockdown, David Sedaris settled into his apartment on the Upper East Side and canceled his 45-city book tour.
“I had bought all these outfits and I was so looking forward to wearing them,” he said, mentioning with particular wistfulness a lavishly ruffled black Comme de Garçons jacket — “a cross between when Mammy was in mourning after the baby died in ‘Gone With the Wind’ and something that P.T. Barnum would wear” — now hanging in his closet, an artifact from an alternative reality.
But Sedaris’ realization that it’s no fun dressing up in semisatirical garments when there is no one to see you is, of course, not the only thing he has had to contend with. The author of 10 books of autobiographical essays and short fictional pieces, Sedaris, 63, is a keen anatomist of the skewed intricacies of human behavior, and there has been a lot of behavior to sort through at the moment.
First, his own. He has two books coming out: “The Best of Me,” a collection of his favorite essays, in the fall, and “Carnival of Snackeries,” a second volume of diaries, tentatively scheduled for next year. But his life, like everyone else’s, is more or less on hold.
“I figured out early on that there’s absolutely nothing I can do about this,” he said. “That should be obvious, and for some reason it wasn’t. I kept thinking, ‘I should be able to fix this or control it.’ Whenever I feel sorry for myself, I think, ‘Everyone in the world is going through this.’ That makes it much easier.”
As he spoke, Sedaris sounded short of breath, a worrisome symptom in the current climate. In fact, he said, it was because he has not let the pandemic thwart his efforts to rack up miles on Fitbit, the physical-activity-recording device.
“I’m walking in my apartment,” he said into the phone. “Right now.”
He considers it a competitive sport.
“I destroy everyone I’m a Fitbit friend of,” Sedaris said. “Like, I might be walking 130 miles a week, and they’re walking 30 miles a week.” But recently he has made a new Fitbit friend, someone whose determination to see and raise him mile for mile has forced Sedaris to increase his own efforts. Some days he walks nearly 20 miles.
At home, this involves pacing the floor like Gus, the neurotic polar bear who compulsively trudged back and forth in his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo. But throughout the pandemic Sedaris has also been walking, masked, to the far ends of New York City.
These excursions have showed him the city at its best. He is constantly amazed, he said, at the high caliber of New Yorkers’ discourse.
“You’ll be in the park, and suddenly you’ll hear some very articulate person talking about what a horrible person Donald Trump is,” Sedaris said. “They’re so articulate and thoughtful, and they’re not regurgitating what they’ve already heard. Usually people who come up with that stuff are writing for newspapers or they’re on TV.”
More recently, he has
COVID put the kibosh on his book tour, so author David Sedaris is pacing New York City and destroying his Fitbit friends.
walked city streets crowded with people, finding camaraderie and shared humanity in the Black Lives Matter protests.
“The people are kind and thoughtful — always distributing snacks and water,” Sedaris said. “‘Do you need sunblock? Hand sanitizer?’ It’s nice to be part of a group, and I like walking down the center of the street. Over time I came to think of the marches the way I think of buses and subways. ‘I’ll just take this BLM down to 23rd,’ I’d tell myself. Later I’d maybe get a crosstown BLM to Second Avenue, then walk home from there.”
Many authors have taken this opportunity to connect to audiences virtually. But don’t look for Sedaris online
anytime soon.
“My goal is to get through this without ever going on Zoom or FaceTime or Skype,” he said. “People are like, ‘Can you record a message of hope for all the people who were going to come to your show?’ and I’m like, ‘No, because it’s not like there aren’t things to watch already.’ ”
Sedaris himself subscribed to Netflix in January. “I was the last person on Earth to get it,” he said. “Literally the last person. I thought we’d spend a lot of time watching things, but Hugh” — that would be his boyfriend, Hugh Hamrick, an artist and a familiar character in the Sedaris oeuvre — “falls asleep, so you can’t watch anything
with him.”
In normal times, Sedaris travels so frequently that the two are rarely in one place together for long.
“For the past 20 years I’ve been gone every fall and every spring, and people said, ‘It must be horrible to be away from Hugh for so long,’ and I’ve always thought, ‘No, it’s actually kind of great,’ ” Sedaris said. “You’ve been with someone for 30 years, and it’s great not to see them for a few months.”
But lockdown a deux has been a revelation.
“The thing is,” Sedaris added, “I mean, I’ve talked to people who said, ‘We’ve been home trapped together and we’re at each other’s throats.’ But in our case, we’ve never gotten
along better. How am I supposed to write about that? I said to him the other day, ‘I hope you die of coronavirus, so I can write about it.’ ”
(He was kidding. In any case, both he and Hamrick fell ill with and then recovered from COVID-like symptoms early in the spring, though they have not been tested for the virus.)
“It’s been fantastic, it really has,” Sedaris went on, in an unexpected burst of straight-up emotional enthusiasm. “I was really afraid he’d get tired of me. Like this morning, I got up at 10 and at 10:30 Hugh said to me, ‘I’m tired of you already.’ So I said, ‘OK, can we start over?’ And we just started the day again.”