I wasn’t sure if I was listening to an interview or a first interaction between client and psychiatrist. Nevertheless, I enjoyed listening. Chast’s candor and self-possession impressed me.
As she was describing her father, I laughed out loud--not at the poor man's anxiety, but because my mother is the exact.. same... way. Whatever you want to do, or are thinking about doing, or that you might want to try, she knows somebody who died doing it. "You want to take up the clarinet? I knew a boy in high school who played the clarinet. Blew his left eye clean... out... of... the... socket." Thank you, Roz Chast, for the universality of your work. You make us all feel not so alone. I cherish your work.
I could really relate to ROZ CHASE ! It’s wonderful when this happens. I’m drawing since childhood, too. Never have I felt like I fit in anywhere. The exception was being a mom .
