Somewhere, the Wild Things are weeping. The brilliant, complicated and crotchety Maurice Sendak died yesterday at the age of 83.
Some of my favorite pieces on Mr. Sendak, for your enjoyment:
-A letter by Mr. Sendak’s editor to a school librarian who burned copies of In the Night Kitchen. “Should not those of us who stand between the creative artist and the child be very careful not to sift our reactions to such books through our own adult prejudices and neuroses?”
-His obituary in The New York Times today.
-And finally, an incredible, moving interview with Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air from this past December. I listened to the podcast on the Metro, and had to make a real effort not to be the crazy crying person on the train. “There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”