{"id":1181,"date":"2017-09-06T07:35:28","date_gmt":"2017-09-06T11:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/cant-we-talk-about-something-more-pleasant\/"},"modified":"2018-07-02T07:41:53","modified_gmt":"2018-07-02T11:41:53","slug":"cant-we-talk-about-something-more-pleasant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/cant-we-talk-about-something-more-pleasant\/","title":{"rendered":"Can\u2019t we talk about something more PLEASANT?"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Roz Chast<\/span> – Bloomsbury, 2014<\/em> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was against my parents\u2019 principles to talk about death,\u201d Roz Chast writes in this graphic memoir. When she suggests planning for the inevitable, they react so negatively that she immediately drops the subject\u2014as relieved as they are to have avoided a difficult conversation. With words, drawings and occasional photographs, Chast, a renowned New Yorker<\/em> cartoonist, chronicles what happens as her parents\u2019 health slowly fails and they try to muddle through, while she\u2019s forced into a caregiving role. Her tale is sometimes heartbreaking, often funny and always brutally honest as she describes\u2014and depicts\u2014her own conflicted feelings. Her mother\u2019s anger explodes from the page, as does her father\u2019s bewilderment while dementia closes in on him. Better than words, her cartoons capture the raw, emotional truths of a dilemma that will be familiar to many readers. Chast\u2019s memoir is harrowing but lit throughout by flashes of humor and her acute appreciation for the absurd.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cIt was against my parents\u2019 principles to talk about death,\u201d Roz Chast writes in this graphic memoir.<\/p>\n

Read more Can\u2019t we talk about something more PLEASANT?<\/span> ›<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n

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