Contributors to The New Yorker for decades, the inimitable cartoonist Roz Chast and wry humorist Patricia Marx have now joined forces to very gently roast our favorite human beings: Moms.
Patty has never been able to shake her mother’s one-line witticisms from her brain, so she’s collected them into a book, Why Don’t You Write My Eulogy Now So I Can Correct It?, accompanied by full color illustrations by Roz Chast.
Join them as they share maternal cautions like:
If you feel guilty about throwing away leftovers, put them in the back of your refrigerator for five days and then throw them out.
If you run out of food at your dinner party, the world will end.
When traveling, call the hotel from the airport to say there aren’t enough towels in your room and, by the way, you’d like a room with a better view.
Why don’t you write my eulogy now so I can correct it?