So that's what she looks like ... and sounds like, too. I started reading The New Yorker in the late Seventies and early Eighties, around the same time that Roz Chast's frantic, funny and (yep, that word) neurotic cartoons were showing up. Here's a video from the New Yorker Festival of Steve Martin interviewing Chast about her work. A must for cartooning fans.
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