One of the really sad things about growing up is seeing all those celebrities, singers and authors you grew up with pass away. Patrick Swayze. Elizabeth Taylor. Michael Jackson. Steve Jobs. Christopher Hitchens. Whitney Houston. Adam Yauch.
This entry is in memory of the great author and illustrator, Maurice Sendak. What a gifted and exceptional human being. He seems like the kind of guy who never took BS from anyone and respected kids for their honesty. I own three children’s books that he illustrated – Mr. Rabbit and the Lovely Present, Little Bear, and What Do You Say, Dear? – but I have yet to buy Where the Wild Things Are (ironic just because as a collector you’d think I’d have that by now…98 books later). It just never seemed like the right time I guess. But it’ll happen soon…I can feel it.
Here’s one of my favorite quotes from him:
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”