Roz Chast
Roz Chast
Rosalind "Roz" Chastis an American cartoonist and a staff cartoonist for The New Yorker. She grew up in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn, the only child of an assistant principal and a high school teacher who subscribed to The New Yorker. Her earliest cartoons were published in Christopher Street and The Village Voice. In 1978 The New Yorker accepted one of her cartoons and has since published more than 800. She also publishes cartoons in Scientific American and the Harvard...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCartoonist
Date of Birth26 November 1954
CountryUnited States of America
My parents were extremely reluctant. When my father was clearly dying, my mother refused to acknowledge it.
I like being able to go grocery shopping and not feel that Im fighting a thousand people.
My life is so boring that your brains are going to melt and come out of your eyes.
I just really love the cartoon form. I love the plasticity of it.
The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.
I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.
Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.
I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there's any grudges I should start.
I think, especially with my parents, I wanted to remember who they were. I wanted to remember all of it. I didn't want to purge myself of it. I wanted to remember it.
I don't like cartoons that take place in Nowhereville. I like cartoons where I know where they're happening.
Even if you don't have any dishes, you need a celery dish.
I don't think any of my kids' books talk down to kids.
I don't like going into the basement. I'm always afraid that something's going to blow up.