For years after she moved to Connecticut from New York, Roz Chast had recurring desires about her beloved post-college house on West 73rd Road. The storyline and set design of these reveries assorted, however she was all the time on the road the place she had lived.
“There can be issues like, I’d go into the constructing and the foyer was a newsstand,” stated Ms. Chast, 68, whose face you could kind of acknowledge from her celebrated cartoons in “The New Yorker” — she has been contributing to the journal since 1978 — and whose newest ebook, the graphic narrative “I Must Be Dreaming,” comes out this week. “Or the constructing had been was a lodge. Or there was a marble staircase. Or I had an house that had this large gap within the center the place I may look into the house under. Or the ground slanted. Or my house had a balcony, however then I’d exit on the balcony and know that I wasn’t in New York anymore.”
She added: “I keep in mind in a single dream, I went out the again door of the constructing and there was, like, a goat farm.”
