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Rising to the top of the comedienne food chain, Sarah Silverman has solidified her place in the world of doodie and other topics not discussable in a high school paper. Her off-kilter humor has earned her a self-titled television show, her own movie, and now a book.
Unlike other jokesters’ memoirs, Bedwetter reveals the method to Silverman’s madness through tales of an atypical childhood in which she suffered from constant depression and the titular affliction that plagued her throughout her teenage years and lends the book its title.
Bedwetter is a spectacular literary debut for the potty-mouthed (wo)man-child, and provides more laughs and heart even than recent books by Chelsea Handler, another middle aged comedienne whose third novel, “Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang,” is enjoying a seat on the New York Times Best Seller List.
Of course, Silverman’s humor is pretty much “love it or hate it.” Those who are easily offended or prefer the subtle witticism of highbrow literature will probably loathe the novel’s continued use of Silverman’s signature tasteless humor.
The obscenity she writes in her book is needed for satirical reasons crucial to her humor. She revisits the numerous times her humor caused controversy, including two cases during the MTV Music Awards in which she landed herself in the center of scandal for inappropriately insulting Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.
With all of the back-story to the brilliance of her comedy, the reader gets a full portrait of the self-proclaimed “Jewish-American horse face.” To quote Silverman, “My early trauma was a gift, it turned out, in a vocation where your best headspace is feeling that you have nothing to lose.” With nothing to lose, she gains well-earned status as one of the defining comediennes of the decade.
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