Journey to the Ice Age: Mammoths and Other Animals of the Wild by Rien PoortvlietThis book isn’t what I expected, based on the title, but it hardly matters; anything Poortvliet does is magic. If anything it was more fascinating than expected. A man sits with his dog in a forest in the Netherlands and describes the wildlife he sees there, as well as what he can only see with his imagination—people and animals that lived there long ago. A lot of it deals with hunting techniques from the 1600s back to the ice age. The paintings are absolutely the best, and the ancient scenes of mammoths and wooly rhinos are as believable as those of creatures still living. It’s an amazing book.
Sketchbook by Roz Chast
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If not, you have my total sympathy. Reader Resources. Louis Post-Dispatch. Chast as a child was more like her father, George, a gentle, easily distracted man and a chronic worrier. He never learned to drive or swim, and never used the stove except to boil water for tea. Born ten days apart and married in , her parents did everything together in a rhythm all their own.
The book is about Chast's parents in their final years. Her father, George, died at the age of 95 and her mother, Elizabeth, who worked as an assistant elementary school principal, died at the age of It received several awards and was a number 1 New York Times Bestseller. The book's storyline, spanning an eight-year period from to , concerns Roz Chast's parents living in Brooklyn. The book describes various interactions between Chast and her parents.
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R oz Chast is my favourite New Yorker cartoonist, possibly because her work does not fit the standard template. You will not see dogs or cats passing wry remarks to each other; and seldom will the drawing take up a great deal more space than the caption. Her work is often very wordy; the lettering is part of the cartoon, never in italics underneath. Her characters are usually fraught, desperately genteel losers in various states of self-delusion, devoid of any trace of glamour; there are more antimacassars in her work than probably now exist in the entire United States. At the top left of the cartoon, an anxious old lady; at the bottom right, a TV, fizzing with menace.
For the rest of the list, click here. And when your scrimpings run out:. If not, you are probably young enough to have parents who are white-water rafting, eating Greek yogurt and driving you insane. Her signature wavy-lined drawings pulsate with emotion and hope as her words cut straight to hopeless reality. It veers between being laugh-out-loud funny and so devastating I had to take periodic timeouts. Cartoons, as it happens, are tailor-made for the absurdities of old age, illness and dementia, the odd dramas and grinding repetition expertly illustrated by copious exclamation points, capital letters and antic drawings. They also limit the opportunity for navel gazing and self-pity, trapping you in the surreal moments themselves.