Roz Chast: The New Yorker Cover Story

Over the years, Roz Chast has demonstrated a remarkable talent for imagining the vast taxonomy of things that can—andsometimes do—intrude on a day of fun at the beach. They include but are not limited to: depressed poets, “ultra-hairy” men, greedy seagulls, sunburns, and, as on this week’s cover, a different kind of text message from mom. We recently spoke to the artist about becoming a grandmother and why she prefers oceans that are a little too cold.