Farewell, Maurice Sendak.
Most people love Maurice Sendak for Where the Wild Things Are, and that’s cool. I was never an enormous fan of that book, even as a kid, but I get the appeal. There are monsters, there’s a cute little guy in a monster suit, there’s even a boat. What’s not to love?
Of course, a lot of Sendak’s work is a bit quirkier, or darker even, than that. My two favorite Sendak books are Outside Over There and In the Night Kitchen. You’re not going to find a lot of people arguing for the inclusion of either one of those in a preschool curriculum any time soon, yet I remember LOVING them well before I went to school. Maybe my mother has a secret dark side? I remember sitting in her lap, reading Outside Over There and not feeling one whit scared. The book features a kidnapping and baby goblins, for crying out loud! Just image how well-adjusted I might have been. (I should note that as an adult I do not like scary movies. It may be Maurice Sendak’s fault.)

Sendak’s latest, and now last, book The Bumble-Ardy hasn’t made its way into our home yet. I’ll probably have to read it first and decide if it’s a must-buy. In the meantime, my two year old will stick to Little Bear, just to make sure Mr. Sendak and I don’t scar her for life.
Thanks for sharing your gifts with us, Mr. Sendak. You will be missed.


