Since joining The New Yorker in 1978, Roz Chast has established herself as one of our greatest artistic chroniclers of the anxieties, superstitions, furies, insecurities, and surreal imaginings of modern life.
Her works are typically populated by hapless but relatively cheerful “everyfolk,” and she addresses the universal topics of guilt, aging, families, money, real estate, and, as she would say, “much, much more!” David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker, has called her “the magazine’s only certifiable genius.”
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