Dave Barry Is 77 and Still a Clown, Here to Amuse You

“All children, except one, grow up,” J.M. Barrie wrote in “Peter Pan.” Let’s make it two. Dave Barry has a new memoir titled “Class Clown.” On the back flap, the floppy-haired author, now 77, looks all of 45. It’s as if he’s sealed in the amber of his own booger jokes. His prose style hasn’t matured either, thank heavens. It’s as ideally sophomoric as ever, if more rueful around the edges, what with civilization aflame and all that.