David Sedaris has never been known to hold back in his books — he’s written frankly about his speed addiction, humiliating phases involving Elizabethan English and terrible conceptual art, and, of course, every messy detail of his family life growing up with five siblings. But somehow, in his latest collection Calypso, Sedaris manages to mine even deeper and discover new levels of acerbic, cathartic self-reflection. Those familiar with his work will be happy to revisit his obsessive litter-cleanup and his penchant for making friends with neighborhood animals (a fox named Carol, for instance). But Calypso is at its best when Sedaris stays focused on his family, particularly some painful passages about his late sister Tiffany and his nonagenarian father. If you've never heard him read in person, don't miss this opportunity to catch Sedaris at Carnegie Music Hall of Oakland.