David Sedaris thanks for “aggressive piglet” jokes

April 10, 2011 · Filed Under cross cultural musings, personal · Comment 

I could not meet Ernest Hemingway. I could not meet Kurt Vonnegut. I could not meet JK Salinger. But I could meet David Sedaris.

As a very special birthday present from my wife. On Thursday, April 7, we drove to Davenport, Iowa, to see and hear him. On the stage he seemed smaller and frailer than I had pictured him. But he was much funnier than I hoped he would be.

After the reading, I joined the long and winding line of one or two hundred autograph hunters. It took him about twenty minutes to start his signing session. He talked and smiled with each and all of us while trying to devour a huge steak. After another 30 minutes it was my turn to tell him a joke.

I decided to introduce him to a Hungarian joke character that portrays a facet of the Hungarian collective soul, the dumb and self-defeating ‘aggressive piglet.

The aggressive piglet falls into a pit.The good fairy is coming along and notices the piglet at the bottom of the pit. She calls: -  Hey Piglet, wait a minute I’ll go and get a ladder!

The aggressive piglet shouts back: – I won’t wait!!!

and another one:

The aggressive piglet goes to the railway station ticket sales and says:

- Give me a railway ticket!

- Where would you like to go?

- None of your damn business!

David seemed to enjoy the piglet, since he mentioned him above his signature (see picture above).

I have no picture with Ernest Hemingway. I have no picture with have no picture with  Kurt Vonnegut. I have no picture with JK Salinger. My wife is a law-abiding lady and she just could not pretend the ubiquitous “No photos, please!” warnings.

My satisfaction could have been complete: I have seen and even talked with the best living American short story author. Except that David Sedaris said on the stage that the best living American short story author was Tobias Wolff…

I could have gone on wondering whether I have just met the best living American short story author or not, had I not taken a firm decision to ignore David’s ranking as less reliable than my own. Upon taking this decision my satisfaction was complete again. Irreversibly, this time.