Since she first started drawing her childish little cartoons with their random humor about everyday truths we all take for granted in the New Yorker back in the early 1980s, I’ve been a fan. I have all her books of cartoons, and have used several on this site, including this one, which is one of my favorites (and is typical of her brand of humor):

I feel like Roz Chast and I could be BFF’s. She has the same sense of humor I do and in some ways her life reflects what I would have wanted to become had I not been held back by my abusers (and self sabotaged any chances I had to make a living doing something I loved). Chast also thinks about a lot of the same weird things I think about that I imagine no one else thinks about–or I get met with a blank look when I do verbalize these weird thoughts.

I bet she was raised by narcissists.

I used to do this exact same thing! As an 8-12 year old, I was a hypochondriac and read my endocrinologist uncle’s medical texts for “fun.” I was fascinated by them but usually wound up worrying myself sick imagining I had the symptoms of some rare disease I’d read about.

So…I just found out today about Roz Chast’s new book, “Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant?” Amazon says it’s basically an autobiography told in pictures and cartoons.
I can’t wait to get this.