I always liked reading a Dave Barry column. He was proud of being a wise ass and always had a skewed way of looking at the world. This memoir Dave Barry: Class Clown is quite humorous as he regales us with childhood shenanigans, high school class clown, and then a journalism career in Pennsylvania, which detoured into humor via the Miami Herald.
He's a member of a literary rock band with Stephen King, et al. As the son of Midwesterners, he learned a most important lesson: Never take anything too seriously, especially yourself. This laughter filled book is proof that he learned that lesson well. (cover blurb)
It's hard to give an example here of his humor because it's kind of the whole flow of stories he is telling. But his last column began: There comes a time in the life of every writer when he asks himself - as Shakespeare, Tolstoy, and Hemingway all surely asked themselves - if he has any booger jokes left in him.
I want to stop before I join the hordes of people who think I used to be funnier.
This memoir, Dave at age 77, still has the laughs and self deprecation. It's worth a look and a chuckle.












