Oh, Maurice, are you where the wild things are now? Have you been embraced in the land of the unknown and unfamiliar and made king? May the monsters of the forest open their hearts for you, hold you close and keep you warm. Thank you for staying with us on this side, in this land for as long as you did. Rest, child. Rest.
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Mr. Sendak helped me raise my children. I will miss knowing he was walking around out there on the same planet with me.
Posted by: linniew | May 08, 2012 at 08:35 PM
My first introduction to Sendak was NOT Wild Things but rather a book he illustrated but did not write, "Osito". It was the Spanish language edition of Little Bear by Else Holmelund Minarik that my mother bought for me as a child. I still have it. Somewhere.
Posted by: Roberta | May 08, 2012 at 09:04 PM