Roz Chast in Full View (Body Scan Included)

Adore and love you Roz Chast. No matter how depressed I am, you make me giggle like a little kid. I’m grew up in New York; a long time native. A couple of years ago, some organization was running a contest with a chance to meet your favorite New Yorker. I’ve met umpteen celebrities, but I picked you. To all the naysayers, and sourpusses spouting negative criticism, bah humbug on you. You either get her humor, or you don’t. You see a doodle, while I, and her many many fans, see gems. I can’t even write adequately because I’m star struck for her quirky, witty, oh so NYC self.

I think one of Roz's funniest pieces ever is her "FAQs about the Large Hadron Collider": Q. What would happen if I went inside it? A. Just. Don't. Q. If I concentrate ultra-hard, will I ever be able to understand it? A. No. And I must add my thanks for "Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant?" - I have an 88 year-old mom whose mind as we all knew it is disappearing. 'Nuff said. Roz, I love you and your work - please keep creating!

the bad moms cards comic seems to be a popular favorite according to the comments section but my absolute favorite comic is the When Moms Dance comic. A repulsed and powerless teenager is sorely subjected to her mother’s uncool dance moves. whenever i dance around the house my son quotes her “stop, you’re hurting me” in monotone. good times.

The SVA Gallery's opening hours are STINGY and UNHELPFUL to people who work a nine-hour day. Come on, SVA, not even one evening a week? Surely you can find an unpaid intern to hang around from 6 to 9 on Thursdays.

Such a bad cartoonist, but the New Yorker will run anything she doodles. Lesson: Connections matter the most.

Ms Chast is one of most not -funny cartoonists to grace the pages of the NYer, and part of a long term trend of pointless and simplistic cartoons that have made the magazine less and less readable. IMHO.

Love Roz. Love The MRI of Love. But don’t go in there. What would Roz say? Aagghh. Lice and bedbugs! She’s the best.

She's my favorite! Nothing else to add. Just piling on.

"Can't we talk about something more pleasant" is a true work of genius – the perfect companion/antidote to "Being Mortal"! Roz Chast captures absolutely every element of aging and caregiving and that little volume – the ambivalence, the sadness, the grief, the hoarding, the having to live with your parents making bad decisions, the money worries, the guilt, the insanity of the medical system, and most importantly, the humor and the love. And yes, I too advocate for that extra special deluxe palliative care route when it's time – with all the cocktails, happy pills, peacefulness, and avoidance of the medical system that you can squeeze in. Roz, you capture what is in our hearts and you are an inspiration

I want this to be a permanent shrine, not a temporary exhibit. :)

Roz Chast is the tiresome cartoonist who can’t draw; but she’s a woman, so let’s celebrate her.

Roz is my absolute favorite. I've given "Can we talk about something more pleasant" to several of my friends with aging parents. I too, like another reader have "Bad Mom Cards" framed in my office. Guilty as charged, I have never even TRIED to make Play-Doh from scratch.

Roz Chast: thank you! You help make this world worth laughing about. And that is a lovely gift of life.

after i lost my mother to cancer, the only thing that could make me laugh was "can we talk about something more pleasant?" it balances devastating loss with humor so beautifully. parents are people. they can sometimes do and say things that we find absurd. we love them anyway, though, just as they love us.

When my copy of the New Yorker arrives in the mail, the first thing I do is check to see if it includes a Roz Chast cartoon. I love her cartoons -- and books! And to know that she hooks rugs is just icing on the cake!

She’s a treasure, and one of the only consistently funny and original cartoonists the New Yorker has anymore.

The word genius is too modest. It's something one can't teach or be taught, though serious ones keep getting better. Roz seems to get better exponentially.

I'm the same age as Roz, lived in Brooklyn and started a family at the same time as she did, and moved to the suburbs just when she headed to Connecticut. The New Yorker cartoons that reflected her family life ("Three Way Mirror" is a fave) really helped me tolerate the absurdities of life with a husband, teenagers, and elderly parents. But "Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant?" broke my heart. And convinced me of her true genius. Can we nominate her for a Pulitzer?

We love you, Roz Chast!!

Roz's honest and brilliant anxiety filled cartoons helps us New Yorkers feel a little less crazy.

No R. Crumb tribute?

please.please. keep that dang show up a bit longer, like extended release or whatever?? i will figure out a way to see my heroine's work in real life, up front, personal, the whole shebang.

I wish the author had asked Ms. Chast about how Ms. Chast finds inspiration for the words and phrases she uses in her cartoons. Ms. Chast's writing is as integral to her art, as are her drawings. Look no further than "chent" and "Ed's Yoga Studio." Who are Ms. Chast's literary muses?

My all-time favorite Chast cartoon came out at the time of thee last appearance of Halley's Comet, around 1986. It consisted of 3 other "Halley's" items with descriptions showing why they deserved the Halley's designation. I can only remember 2 of them: "Halley's Landlord - heart of stone and ice" and "Halley's Parking Space - only appears once every 75 years." So very New York and still makes me chuckle whenever I think of it. I wish I had cut that cartoon out and framed it!

I’ve had Roz Chast’s “Bad Mom Cards” framed in my kitchen for many years and they still make me and my now grown-up daughters laugh out loud. Her work is priceless.

I met Roz Chast at a party in Brooklyn in the 1980s. There was a discussion: Which would you choose if you had to, a) drink a quart of sour buttermilk; or b) walk a wire between the Twin Towers. I say Roz chose the wire, though that does seem out of character; my friend says it was the buttermilk. My favorite Roz panel is on my refrigerator, "Cinema Verité" from the New Yorker, February 2001. When it stops being funny I'll take it down. So far, so good.

I simply love her. And her work.

Hope Roz's show opening downtown doesn't pull too many people away from my son Gino Miele's fabulous photo exhibit opening at the Interchurch Center of Riverside Church, Riverside Drive and 120th St, 5:30-7:30 with drinks and refreshments. However as huge fans of Roz, well deserved. Will get to her show another day. After all...loyalty abides.

Roz Chast isn't just a New York City/New Yorker Treasure. She is a National Treasure. Well worth more than the annual subscription price to "The New Yorker" magazine. And then there are her books! "Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant" has helped many of us in the so-called "Sandwich Generation" realize we are not alone; and to find the sanity-saving humor in caring for aging parents. I have gifted that book to more people than I can ever count at this point. And, as a former resident of New York City (I will never say I am an "ex-New Yorker," I have found many wonderful memories in Chast's latest book: "Going into Town" A Love Letter to New York City." Finally, I have the first cartoon that I ever cut out of the New Yorker that Chast did (and when I discovered her genius): "Tournament of Neuroses Parade." Look it up, check it out, esp if you are in the mental health field, as I am. Regretting that I cannot get to NYC to see this exhibit. :-) If you can, GO GO GO!

So very excited to go to the exhibit tomorrow night and meet her. I just adore her and I think she is brilliant.

This Minnesotan has loved Roz Chast's work for decades. I may the money I was going to spend on Christmas gifts for the ungrateful and treat myself to a trip to the SVA Chelsea Gallery. Thank you for your service, Roz Chast