Cheryl Klein

6 days ago | muthamagazine.com | Cheryl Klein

The first time you rode in my car, it wasn’t my car, and you were not quite you. It was a rental, gray or white or silver. You were just five pounds, had just passed the car seat test: ninety minutes in the car seat in your hospital room. You were one month old the first time you saw the sun. Maybe it glinted between the cement columns in the parking structure. Or maybe the structure was enclosed, and all the light was artificial.

2 weeks ago | publishersweekly.com | Cheryl Klein

Graphic nonfiction on political conflict and activism ranges from comics journalism, like that of Eisner winner Joe Sacco, to graphic memoirs such as John Lewis’s March series. Following their raised fists, here are six forthcoming comics that call readers to action. Black Arms to Hold You Up: A History of Black Resistance Ben Passmore. Pantheon, Oct.

2 weeks ago | publishersweekly.com | Cheryl Klein

Loss can be overwhelming to live through, let alone write about—but drawing can enable authors to convey what words alone cannot. As such, grief is a perennial theme in graphic nonfiction, exemplified by breakout titles like Roz Chast’s Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant? and Tom Hart’s Rosalie Lightning.

2 months ago | muthamagazine.com | Cheryl Klein

Someone asked me what I would like to do with my mom if she were suddenly returned to me, and I said, with a self-conscious laugh, “Go to Target?”My mom would laugh too, probably. My mom, who sewed matching dresses for my sister and me, who devised her own curriculum for our two-student summer school, who read books to us, who diligently cared for all the pets we abandoned. She wasn’t some shallow shopaholic, is what I’m saying, though she did love a bargain.

2 months ago | publishersweekly.com | Cheryl Klein

The New York Times culture writer’s Second Life explores how the internet looms over contemporary pregnancy. This seed of this memoir comes from your experiences with Flo, a period tracking app. When did you realize you had a book on your hands? Late at night in bed, you’re mind-melding with a screen and it feels very intimate. This was at the beginning of Covid, when Instagram figured out how to drill into my isolated brain and discern which sweatpants I would buy. I started taking notes.