This afternoon, feeling a little under the weather and a little unfocused, I read David Sedaris' essay "April & Paris: The pitfalls of animal passion" in this week's New Yorker. I know it is very uncool, very plebeian, to like David Sedaris. I know it is particularly un-writerly. But, whatever. I love him. I think his essays are elegant and intimate. His writing is just technically rather flawless. At least I think so. And, he is hilarious.This essay is about an obsession with spiders that he develops. One spider in particular, in fact, named April.
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