Cute book about the author's misadventures, mostly as a teen, with his body during a long, drawn out adolescence. Though he often gets caught, a la Jason Biggs in AMERICAN PIE, from which Keck's humor seems to derive, he never lets societal scorn stop him from exercising his rights to be sexual any which way he can. Some of these events are more mortifying than others, and some of them more unbelievable. In a dozen teen sex comedies we've seen an incriminating sex tape wind up on TV during our hero's family viewing hour, so when Keck asks us to believe that this happened to him as well, we respond with the skepticism ordinarily saved for those who claim to have known the original girl whose date wound up hanging from a tree, his feet gently brushing the top of his parked car while she waited inside, wondering, where has he gone? But in general Keck is amiable about this, he actually doesn't care whether we believe him or not.
He likes anal sex, with himself, and reading the opening chapter in which he reminisces about inserting the banana, the broom handle, the cucumber and the family's ice cream scooper, my eyes widened, while I thought wow, here's a guy Kevin who's had more up his ass than I have. Though he writes another chapter professing, "I Was A Teenage Homosexual," it's plain to see that his bent is really towards women, and he manages to have sex with four of them within a two year span, which is pretty good, no? Keck, a talented poet, has a deep Southern charm like THE DUKES OF HAZZARD or SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT, and he knows how to spin out a story. Nearly always he ends the tale before you're tired of him. I hope that OEDIPUS WRECKED is only the first of many Sedaris-esque memoirs from him.