second dud in a row

Naked
by David Sedaris

Abandoned this on audiobook.  It was just too icky.  Did he smother a matchstick's worth of memoirs with a can of roofing tar?   Because if one-tenth of this book is true, he should be locked up in a loony bin and not allowed to pollute the gene pool.  But if it's pretty much all made up, then why read it?  It's like a useless pollution of family stories so unbelievable that they could be true, spiced up with gross humor that isn't very funny.

So if it's true, then it's not a truth I care to be acquainted with.  And if it's made-up, why bother?
I didn't.