If
you are a New Yorker reader you're familiar with Roz Chast, the
cartoonist whose squiggly-lined drawings manage to make the mundane,
the maudlin, or even the misanthropic events of everyday life seem
unexpectedly funny. My favorites often involve parents and children,
and the ways in which they can drive each other crazy. So I expected
that her graphic memoir “Can't We Talk About Something More
Pleasant” would offer similar enjoyment. And it does. But this
book is so much more than that.
Chast's
parents George and Elizabeth are an eccentric, mismatched pair,
essentially friendless, who have lived in a decidedly untrendy
section of Brooklyn for over sixty years. Her father is gentle and
kind, but also fearful of everything and ineffectual. Her mother is
angry and critical. No surprise that Roz exited as soon as she
could. But old age begins to take its toll on both of them, and Roz
reluctantly accepts that she has to step in. What follows is the
familiar litany of memory loss, emergency room visits, hospital
stays, confusion, guilt, financial worries, resistance, anger. As
grim as this sound, it is also very, very funny.
If
you or anyone you know has dealt with the struggle of aging parents,
you will find this story unerringly accurate and brutally candid.
Chast does not paint herself as a saint. In fact, her drawings of
her angry and frustrated self – bulgy-eyed, teeth-bared, hair
crackling - are
searing (and hilarious). But her humor and honesty make this a powerful and
compelling story.
