David Sedaris, born in 1956, was brought up in North Carolina and lives with his partner in England. He was first brought to my attention in 1992 on National Public Radio with his SantaLand Diaries, describing the time he worked as Santa’s elf during Christmas at Macy’s in New York. I thought I’d never stop laughing.
Sedaris has been publishing essays and short stories since 1994. He’s sold millions and millions of copies of his books. He’s funny and familiar, outrageous, imaginative, and irreverent. So what Enneagram type is he? His type seems to jumps around the way a monkey jumps around… from the witty Questioner, for sure, to the quick Adventurer, for sure, to the comfortable Peace Seeker, who grew up in a family of six children and has a natural feeling for chattiness and a kind of homeyness. With an overlay of the Asserter for shock and surprise.
5-6-7-8 all in a row make up the anti-authoritarian right side of the Enneagram. He could be a 7 with 6 and 8 wings or an 8 with 7 and 9 wings. But he’s more likely to be a 6 with a 7 wing who goes to his 9 arrow (with the 7 and 9 leaking over into the 8). He’s prolific too, so perhaps he gets his ability to work hard from 6 going to his 3 arrow.
Sedaris was a contributor to Ira Glass’ This American Life and wrote several plays with his sister, Amy Sedaris.
“It’s astonishing the amount of time that certain straight people devote to gay sex – trying to determine what goes where and how often. They can’t imagine any system outside their own, and seem obsessed with the idea of roles, both in bed and out of it. Who calls whom a bitch? Who cries harder when the cat dies? Which one spends the most time in the bathroom? I guess they think that it’s that cut-and-dried, though of course it’s not. Hugh might do the cooking, and actually wear an apron while he’s at it, but he also chops the firewood, repairs the hot-water heater, and could tear off my arm with no more effort than it takes to uproot a dandelion.”
― David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames
At the morgue, people were so desensitized that they would eat lunch in the glass walled room adjacent to the autopsy room. A viewing room. Because it had the best air conditioning in the building. So they would eat in there and maybe somebody would come in who had been found after being dead for three days and they would say: That is the exact purple I want for those drapes in the study. They didn’t miss a beat. They could eat through anything. DAVID SEDARIS, January Magazine, June 2000
In books and movies infidelity always looks so compelling, so right. Here are people who defy petty convention and are rewarded with only the tastiest bits of human experience. DAVID SEDARIS, When You Are Engulfed in Flames
I am a person who feels guilty for crimes I have not committed, or have not committed in years. The police search the train station for a serial rapist and I cover my face with a newspaper, wondering if maybe I did it in my sleep. The last thing I stole was an eight-track tape, but to this day I’m unable to enter a store without feeling like a shoplifter. It’s all the anxiety with none of the free stuff.
DAVID SEDARIS, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
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