I Must Be Dreaming (Hardcover)
#1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning New Yorker cartoonist Roz Chast's new graphic narrative, exploring the surreal nighttime world inside her mind-and untangling one of our most enduring human mysteries: dreams.
Ancient Greeks, modern seers, Freud, Jung, neurologists, poets, artists, shamans-humanity has never ceased trying to decipher one of the strangest unexplained phenomena we all experience: dreaming. Now, in her new book, Roz Chast illustrates her own dream world, a place that is sometimes creepy but always hilarious, accompanied by an illustrated tour through “Dream-Theory Land” guided by insights from poets, philosophers, and psychoanalysts alike. Illuminating, surprising, funny, and often profound, I Must Be Dreaming explores Roz Chast's newest subject of fascination-and promises to make it yours, too.
“Delightful ... Chast perfectly captures the weird joy of dreaming-an act that is both universal and deeply personal.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Wide-ranging and thoroughly charming … Truly fascinating, frequently hilarious, and not to be missed.” —Library Journal, starred review
“Amid the comic relief, there is profound vulnerability and anxiety playing out in weird and wild scenarios ... I Must Be Dreaming is your ticket to the dreamland of a genius. Go willingly.” —New York Journal of Books
“Illustrations and visual storytelling weave together a broad range of content on dreams that offers insight while never feeling burdensome or overly analytical. Easy on the eyes and witty, this book will have readers reaching for their own dream journals. A sharp compendium of dreamy visions that could only have come from the iconic cartoonist's sleeping mind.” —Kirkus Reviews
“I Must Be Dreaming is Roz Chast at her chastiest, serving up cartoons direct from the source of her apparently vintage chintz-upholstered unconscious. They reduced me repeatedly to spasms of laugh-crying. Indeed, I imagine Freud and Jung are not only spinning in their graves right now, they are peeing their pants.” —Alison Bechdel, author of Fun Home and The Secret to Superhuman Strength
“You will laugh constantly while reading Roz Chast's dreamy new book. You might also tear up. It's profoundly reassuring to be reminded that the deep emotional mysteries of life are there waiting whenever we shut our eyes, and even more reassuring to remember that they can be so hilarious.” —Liana Finck, author of Let There Be Light and Passing Human
“By turns grim and absurd, deeply poignant and laugh-out-loud funny, Ms. Chast reminds us how deftly the graphic novel can capture ordinary crises in ordinary American lives.” —New York Times on CAN'T WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE PLEASANT?
“[An] extraordinarily honest, searing and hilarious graphic memoir… remarkable.” —San Francisco Chronicle on CAN'T WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE PLEASANT?
“A meandering map of Chast's hilarious mental approach to her beloved town, with all of its oddball shops, subterranean secrets and an abundance of visual stimulation.” —Washington Post on GOING INTO TOWN
“Absolutely laugh-out-loud hysterical.” —Associated Press on GOING INTO TOWN
“A whimsical, discursive paean to the city."” —O, the Oprah Magazine on GOING INTO TOWN
“Chast treks with extraordinary candor and vulnerability through the maze of her own psyche, mapping out our own in the process.” —Maria Popova, The Marginalian
“A tour de force of dark humor and illuminating pathos about her parents' final years as only this quirky genius of pen and ink could construe them.” —Elle on CAN'T WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE PLEASANT?
“Inspired.” —The New York Times, "33 Nonfiction Books to Read This Fall"
“[Chast] has proved herself to be one of the funniest and most acute observers of modern urban living's insanities and anxieties. Now she has turned her gaze away from the streets and characters of her beloved New York City and toward her own sleeping mind . . . But Chast is Chast, and the sleeping world she depicts is only somewhat more absurd - and equally as funny and profound - as waking life.” —New York Times Magazine