I don’t feel I tailor to the crowd. If I write about Hugh, for instance, I
write in the sense of trying to make a life with someone in a way
everyone can relate to it. I’m not hiding anything. Sex just isn’t my
subject. I remember I was in Paris and Edmund White did a reading at
this place called the Village Voice Bookshop. The audience was maybe 10%
gay people, and when he read you could see people were like, “He just
talked about sucking somebody’s dick; I didn’t sign up for this.” I
don’t think it’s fair that they freaked out. When a straight couple
kisses in a movie you don’t see us go, “ewww.” So, on the one
hand, it only seems fair. But I just don’t write that way. In that
story, [“A Guy Walks Into a Bar Car”] I felt like anybody could relate.
It’s just a story about an opportunity that you didn’t take, and for the
rest of your life when things get bad you think, “If only I would’ve
picked that person up.” When you’re brooding over an alcoholic straight
guy, that’s when you’ve hit bottom.
David Sedaris in an entertaining interview with Lambda Literary.
Much interesting stuff also about his fagcent, his fans and his father.
Friday, 24 May 2013
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