From 1983 to 2005, Dave Barry's hilarious columns appeared in newspapers all over the country and I was one of his most devoted fans. Then he stopped writing columns and published some novels. Now in his dotage, he's collecting long ago columns into ebooks. Maybe he figures that recycling is noble work. Maybe he's hoping that a new generation who was too young to read his columns when they were in newspapers will buy the books. Maybe he's counting on sales to millions of baby-boomers who remember his name and who actually read his columns but have forgotten them, along with a lot of other stuff.
I fit into that last category. The fact that I probably read all of these columns years ago diminishes my enjoyment of them not one bit. I laughed all the way through the book, sometimes hysterically. So memory loss does have some advantages.
On the other hand, material written 15 to 25 years ago necessarily has references that are "dated." And while I lived through those events and read about those people at the time, I've forgotten a lot of that, too. So I was amused to realize that sometimes the references to "current events" (at that time) went right over my head. I truly believe that good comic writing is timeless, but only if the reader accepts a certain amount of bewilderment.
The connecting thread of these columns (according to the author) is that all involve actual events. As I recall, almost all of Dave Barry's columns were based on things that happened to him or that he read about or was told about. But maybe I'm wrong.
Barry's talent was for spotting life's absurdities and exaggerating them for comic effect. He presented himself as a befuddled husband and father simply trying to get along in a strange and sometimes hostile world. He makes fun of his fellow-Floridians and their boats, most of which spend more time on dry land than in the ocean. In fact, Barry makes it plain that he's uneasy on any body of water larger, deeper, and less opaque than a swimming pool. He'd like to be a carefree sailor, but that would involve forgetting that there are scary things in the water.
A family man always has fodder for columns if he has writing talent and a family who understands that being the butt of his jokes feeds, houses, and clothes them. The book opens with the story of his son's birth and closes with the story of his son's serious bike accident. Every parent has stories, but it's a rare one who can write them well enough for public consumption. That's the difference between a professional writer and the rest of us.
Another recurring theme is music, including the many columns he wrote on bad songs and his famous "Worst Song Ever Contest" that generated a lot of mail and plenty of controversy. As he learned, if you don't like Neil Diamond, it's smart to keep it to yourself. And dealing with Elvis fans can be dicey, too, although he acquired some sympathy for even the most ardent of them. How is it that a not-too-bright country boy continues to fascinate so many people? If we could find the answer to that, we might be able to explain some of our more eccentric political picks.
Barry laughed at people, but never in a mean or condescending way. His columns were funny, even if you suspected he might be talking about you. That's why they're still good reading.