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Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant?

In some families, the generation gap can yawn more like a unbridgeable generation canyon. The struggle of children to re-connect with their parents, especially in later life, has become a recurring theme in autobiographical graphic novels from Art Spiegelman’s foundational Maus to Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home and Are You My Mother? Several of these, notably Joyce Farmer’s Special Exits and Brian Fies’ Mom’s Cancer, provide one more-or-less cathartic outlet for offspring to make some order, if not sense, out of the passing of their parents.

These memoirs have recently emerged into a whole genre of graphic novels and an academic interest in Medical Humanities known as ‘Graphic Medicine’. Having coined this term and set up the first annual conference on the subject in London in 2010, Welsh-born practitioner-turned-cartoonist Ian Williams launches his own graphic novel The Bad Doctor during the fifth Comics And Medicine Conference on June 26-28th on the John Hopkins Medical Campus in Baltimore, Maryland.

To this flourishing field, the New Yorker cartoonist Roz Chast brings an empathy-generating addition in Can’t we talk about something more pleasant? (Bloomsbury, £18.99). Chast looks back with ambivalent humour and hindsight to 1990 and the final years of her parents who died in their nineties, her father George first in 2007, her mother Elizabeth in 2009. Born in 1912 only ten days apart, raised two blocks apart in East Harlem, New York City, these Jewish kids seemed predestined to be lifelong, yin-yang “soul mates”.As the forceful, take-charge Elizabeth explains, “The rocks in his head match the holes in mine!”, to which the mild, impractical George replies, “Ditto!” 

Probably any book about your parents can’t help also being about yourself, and Chast, an only child of older parents, is candid about her contrasting relationships. Her father “liked me as a person, not just because I was his daughter”, whereas she never forgot her mother informing her as a girl: “I’m not your friend. I’m your mother.” This unknowing distance comes through in the last of several black-and-white family photos included here, which shows young Roz clearly reaching out for affection, standing with both arms around the shoulders of her mother, who sits and smiles almost regally, not reciprocating.

In something of a mixed-media project, Chast presents other photographs alongside her comics, for example shooting new snaps as mementos of some of her parents’ junk before she throws them away, one showing a drawer crammed with jam lids, another a “museum of old Schick shavers”. She also reproduces a couple of her mother’s hand-written or typed poems.

Chast’s own writing and drawing gently pulse with the human hand and heart behind them, all made with the same pen and with no evidence of rulers or computers, her lettering and pictures deceptively wobbly, direct and vital. As much a mistress of the single-panel cartoon as the comic strip, in one gag she devises a perfect symbol of her parents’ gradual decline by portraying them relaxed in ear muffs and bobble hat on their two-seater sofa, mounted on a pair of skis and careening serenely down a snowy slope.

A feisty, outspoken, highly intelligent woman, Elizabeth Chast insisted that she would not dwindle into “a pile of pulsating protoplasm”. But illness and dementia did eventually still her and take her, aged 97. Most poignant are Chast’s final, closely observed portraits in black lines of her mother’s expressions, sleeping and dying. The act of drawing becomes a moving attempt to record her and keep her alive.

Chast can also be immensely practical, offering rules for cleaning out your parents’ house and tips for storing their “cremains”, though there’s scant advice for affording America’s healthcare costs. Most of all, Chast’s book may well help the many who will face these same challenges to bridge that gap and talk about the unpleasant, yet the inevitable, as we try to do what’s right and prepare for our final portrait.

Posted: June 21, 2014

This review originally appeared in The Independent, Saturday June 21st 2014.

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