September 20, 1982 12:00 PM

by Roz Chast

Chast is, at 27, the New Yorker’s youngest regular contributing cartoonist. Her sense of humor is as dry as a gin-and-sand martini. One panel in this collection, on the subject “esoteric body language,” shows a man in a scrunched-up posture that Chast says indicates “Please, can I have an English muffin?” Among some “uncommon still lifes” is “Chips and Dip on Oilcloth.” Even those who find Chast’s work a little sour will be hard put to resist her drawing of “the little engine that could but just didn’t feel like it.” It just sits there grumbling, “Get lost.” (Dial Press, $7.95)

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