From "The Moonjumpers." |
I heard the news today, oh boy. My idol, Maurice Sendak, has
died. I have always loved children’s book illustrators and wanted to be one
when I grew up. Since he and I were the same age, he wasn’t around doing books
when I was a child, so I had to wait until I was a grownup to enjoy his work.
Before “Where the Wild Things Are” he had illustrated some books I liked,
written by other writers, like “A Hole Is To Dig.” It was when he started to
write and illustrate his own work that he really came into his own. He never
got over being a child, I think, which is why his books are so appealing to
children and people like me.
When the Wild Things came out, as soon as I read about it, I
bought a copy for Polly, because I knew she was the kind of child who would love
that sort of thing. The reviewers thought it might be too intense for sensitive
kids, and they were very wrong. It was only a few years after I got her the
book (she was four at the time) that one of her favorite painters was Hieronymus
Bosch, so wild things were even a bit tame for her. All of my kids loved that’
book, as have children for over fifty years. They loved “In the Night Kitchen”
and “The Little Bear” books, too. He did beautiful black and white drawings for
Randall Jarell’s “The Bat Poet” and a wonderful Grimm’s Fairy Tales”
I have collected all of his newer books, even though they
began to be a tad weird after a while, like “Down in the Dumps With Jack and
Guy.”
The Sendak Family, with Maurice as a baby. They look a lot like his illustrations |
He was a terrific artist and his work will live forever.
R.I.P., Maurice Sendak.
Part of my Sendak collection. |
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