I loved Calypso, David Sedaris' most recent collection of essays. Most of them I had read in recent years, or months, in The New Yorker. It was great reading them all together. I have noticed, particularly with this collection, that he has gotten darker. Aging and death and aspects of human suffering are more in the foreground than in earlier ones, as he and his family shift into the next phases of life. I feel like I've grown up, and old, with him, that he and his siblings and parents are part of my family.