Last night, as part of the New York Comedy Festival, Lewis Black sat down with fellow author Bill Scheft to discuss Lew’s newest tome I’m Dreaming of a Black Christmas at Barnes and Noble in Union Square. Check out a pair of photos below.
I read the book weeks ago in one sitting— us bloggy journalist-types get things all early and stuff. Anyway, one sitting; that’s how good (or easy to read) it is. And while I’m not going to drop a full review on you right now, I did want to say a few things about it.
Though the title of the book surely plays up what Lewis is known for in the mainstream (darkness, yelling, frustration), it’s a bit misleading— in two ways. First, I wouldn’t classify this book as ranty or angry in any consistent way. Rather, it shows an incredibly soft, emotional side of the comedian— moreso than his previous two books. For instance, throughout the chapters, Black, despite him being quite pleased with his industry success, constantly questions whether he’d want to be married, be a father and have a more domestic life.
He writes about how important his close friends are to him; he happily borrows their family at holiday gatherings and revels in hitting a handful of homes on Christmas (yes, he’s Jewish) rather than just the one that would be afforded to him had he just settled down and got hitched. That’s some endearing shit right there.
Secondly, though the book is no doubt being marketed as a Christmas-time product (again, see title), it, in no way, is a work that could only be enjoyed around the holidays. Sure, a lot of the action is pegged to the festive Christian day, but it’s hardly essential to extrapolate meaning.
The point is this: If Black’s comedy and television persona intrigues you, I’m Dreaming of a Black Christmas will give you a much better grasp on who the dude really is. You can click the image below to snag yourself a copy. Happy reading!