I Must Be Dreaming
Autor Roz Chasten Limba Engleză Hardback – 23 mai 2024
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.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781620403228
ISBN-10: 1620403226
Pagini: 128
Dimensiuni: 196 x 238 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.57 kg
Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
Colecția Bloomsbury Publishing
Locul publicării:New York, United States
ISBN-10: 1620403226
Pagini: 128
Dimensiuni: 196 x 238 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.57 kg
Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
Colecția Bloomsbury Publishing
Locul publicării:New York, United States
Recenzii
Delightful ... Chast perfectly captures the weird joy of dreaming-an act that is both universal and deeply personal.
Wide-ranging and thoroughly charming . Truly fascinating, frequently hilarious, and not to be missed.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
[An] extraordinarily honest, searing and hilarious graphic memoir. remarkable.
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.
Absolutely laugh-out-loud hysterical.
A whimsical, discursive paean to the city."
Chast treks with extraordinary candor and vulnerability through the maze of her own psyche, mapping out our own in the process.
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.
Inspired.
[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.
Wide-ranging and thoroughly charming . Truly fascinating, frequently hilarious, and not to be missed.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
[An] extraordinarily honest, searing and hilarious graphic memoir. remarkable.
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.
Absolutely laugh-out-loud hysterical.
A whimsical, discursive paean to the city."
Chast treks with extraordinary candor and vulnerability through the maze of her own psyche, mapping out our own in the process.
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.
Inspired.
[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.