Sit Back Down Steve Martin

I always liked pieces by Steve Martin in the New Yorker,he seemed so funny and smart. Shopgirl wasn't bad. I loved Roxanne. Born Standing Up got good reviews. But it was terrible, something about telling the truth sapped all the playfulness out of his writing. Sentences like "Though the audiences continued to grow, I experienced a concomitant depression caused by exhaustion, isolation and creative ennui." are completely serious. Even his art collecting seems to be suspect. What a disappointment.