Talk about a dream, kill a conversation. Write about one and risk a more effective soporific than melatonin. Yet, even though cartoonist Roz Chast acknowledges that "Only shrinks are interested, and maybe not even them," she has written an entire book about dreams. And — no surprise — it's delightful.
She pulls it off because she's Roz Chast; even her subconscious emanations present deliciously skewed takes on life's absurdities and fraught moments. She keeps her accounts blessedly short — edited "dream filets," as she calls them — and enlivens them with her signature drawings of anthropomorphized chickens, crabby matrons, and animated vegetables.
