I’m pretty sure my favourite part about this interview with David Sedaris is the writer he’d most like to meet: “[I]f I could go back in time, I’d love to collect kindling or iron a few shirts for Flannery O’Connor. After I’d finished, she’d offer to pay me, and I’d say, awe-struck, my voice high and quivering, that it was on me.” That’s not just because I like O’Connor too; it’s because having a humorist point to someone who writes black and bleak and maybe even depressing (if often mordantly funny) things makes me feel like there is some hope that I might one day actually be funny.
