RIP Maurice Sendak, a genre-breaking author and illustrator. Thank you, most of all for “where the wild things are”, for writing about children and childhood, not the way adults want children to see it, but for the way childhood often is now- wrought with uncertainty, turbulence, treading carefully in between invisible enemy lines, mines, traps, drawn up and set by warring parents. Thank you for creating a wonderful story about escapism, for me to escape to.
NYT’s obituary had it right when it described Sendak as someone who “wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche”.
Spike Jonze’s movie version of where the wild things are was also great, the soundtrack from Karen O and the kids even better- one of my favourites.
Buzzfeed compiled a bunch of Sendak’s best quotes. Some of the gems include:
“Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.”
“Fuck them is what I say. I hate those e-books. They cannot be the future. They may well be. I will be dead. I won’t give a shit.”
“I think it is unnatural to think that there is such a thing as a blue-sky, white-clouded happy childhood for anybody. Childhood is a very, very tricky business of surviving it. Because if one thing goes wrong or anything goes wrong, and usually something goes wrong, then you are compromised as a human being. You’re going to trip over that for a good part of your life.”