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Don't Get Too Comfortable: The Indignities of Coach Class, The Torments of Low Thread Count, The Never-Ending Quest for Artisanal Olive Oil, and Other First World Problems
David Rakoff takes us on
a bitingly funny grand tour of our culture of excess. Whether he is
contrasting the elegance of one of the last flights of the supersonic
Concorde with the good-times-and-chicken-wings populism of Hooters Air;
working as a cabana boy at a South Beach hotel; or traveling to a
private island off the coast of Belize to watch a soft-core video
shoot—where he is provided with his very own personal manservant—rarely
have greed, vanity, selfishness, and vapidity been so mercilessly
Somewhere along the line, our healthy self-regard has exploded
into obliterating narcissism; our manic getting and spending have now
become celebrated as moral virtues.
Simultaneously a Wildean satire and a
plea for a little human decency, Don’t Get Too Comfortable shows that far from being bobos in paradise, we’re in a special circle of gilded-age hell.
I don't get the hype surrounding the likes of David Rakoff and David Sedaris. I don't find either one charming, or witty, or funny. I read this book as part of a challenge and have no desire to read any of his other works.