He was 83. Sad loss .
He was 83. Sad loss .
YA psychological thriller--repped and revising.
What an imagination he had, and he didn't hesitate to let children face their fears. Here's to you, Maurice. Let the wild rumpus begin.
Be with the Wild Things, Mr. Sendak, and thank you.
Where the Wild Things Are was the first book my parents ever read to me. Flawless story, perfect title.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Sendak.
Read Russ Paladin's work in The Brasilia Review:
and in the March 2015 issue of DISTURBED Digest,
in trade paperback from Alban Lake Publishing--
. . .for a bit of darkness. . .
In the Night Kitchen was probably his finest book, and it's a shame it never got the same attention as Where the Wild Things Are. I loved Really Rosie to death and found Outside Over There quietly terrifying. His little rhyme books, I loved them. And I still have his Jumiper Tree version of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
He was one of the best.
Don't be so proud of this teleological terror you've constructed.
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I first read Where the Wild Things Are in second grade, around 1977. My teacher--her name was Miss Damm--made a big deal about this book. And its artwork. We all had to pick a 'wild thing,' and trace its outline onto poster-board by using an overhead projector. I chose the striped t-shirt guy with the horns.
Can't ever forget that book.
My first memory of Where the Wild Things Are is my teacher reading it to my first grade class. It was really appropriate for our class full of wild things.
It's kind of amazing that in just 383 words, he was able to create such an enduring classic. Of course, his illustrations were perfect.
RIP, Mr. Sendak.
I'm so sad. He is my #2 favorite LGBT kidlit author hero. Today I brought one of my Wild Thing stuffed animals to work with me in my pocket so I would not be lonely.
"...and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max
and he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are."
Can't imagine my childhood without his books.
This is so sad He was such a wonderful author
Happy trails, Mr. Sendak. Thanks for helping us all dream a little more vividly.
So sad to lose such an incredible artist.
Who could help but be inspired by his words and art? I also find his 50 year committed relationship an inspiration to the LGBT community. Hopefully everyone finds time this week to rumpus in memory of a legend.
Jericho Jones and the Gobbler King - Horror YA (trunked...for now.)
Nightmute - Dark Fantasy YA (post-beta revisions)
The Gravitational Pull of Snow - Contemporary YA (drafting)
... had a good long life. So no real tragedy. Is still a sad occasion. He brought joy to many kids, including me. RIP.
“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.”
― Maurice Sendak
RIP, Mr. Sendak.
When I was a child, I used to get his four mini-books that came in the box from the library every time we were there. My mom would read them to me every night. The box was so beat up... but I loved them. At some point, they disappeared. Then, just a couple years ago, my mom gave me them for Christmas. I cried when I saw them. These were my favorite books. May he rest in peace.
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I knows its somewhat late to respond. He could be a curmudgeon but a darn good writer. Not just for kids but for everyone interested in quality writing.
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