Wait, that’s the name of another book. Also I’m not naked as there are no pictures in my book. Also, if there were naked pictures of me, you definitely wouldn’t buy it, though you might sneak a copy into the back corner of the bookstore and show it to your friend and laugh. Okay, let’s get off the naked stuff. This is my first book. It’s difficult to describe. It’s a comedic memoir, but I’m only 32 years old so I’d hate for you to think I’m “wrapping it up,” so to speak. But I tell some personal stories. Some REALLY personal stories. Stories that I considered not publishing time and time again, especially when my father said, “Michael, you might want to stay away from the personal stuff.” I said, “Dad, just read the dedication.” (Which I’m telling you to do too.) Some of the stories are about my childhood, some are about girls I made out with when I was thirteen, some are about my parents, and some are, of course, about my bouts with sleepwalking. Bring this book to bed. And sleepwalk with me.
Why I recommend it: When I first picked this up, I was worried it would just be a transcribed version of the same jokes I've heard on his stand up comedy recordings dozens of times before. It was actually not that at all. It was a thoughtful memoir, told in a humorous style, that was even somewhat educational. Birbiglia turns out to be an expert on growing up Catholic, performing in low-rent comedy clubs in front of an audience of 3, and REM behavior disorder (the cause of dangerous sleepwalking). Although his stand-up comedy often includes anecdotes from his own life, there is much found in this book to be learned about the very interesting man that he has never previously revealed.
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