Another great has passed on today...
Maurice Sendak's page has gone blank.
His most famous work, Where the Wild Things Are, is actually one of the first books I ever cherished. I don't think my mother understood the fascination. (But that might be par for the course. Both with that particular book and my favorites in general.)
Mr. Sendak's ability to tap into the collective and primal psyche is a force to be reckoned with, that's for certain. Like Barrie, he semed to walk on the border of childhood and adulthood - utilizing that marvelous and mysterious grey area to the fullest. In fact, I seem to recall Mr. Sendak saying that he doesn't write for children or adults. That's the way I like it. And the way I, too, function.
Farewell, Maurice Sendak!
Thanks for the inspiration, stories, illustrations and just in general - sharing your wild imagination.
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