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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
For Maurice
Maurice Sendak died yesterday at age 83 and I feel his loss keenly. He burst on the children's lit scene with Where the Wild Things Are (1963), and thanks to that book and that glorious time that led kids away from the syrupy-sweet kidlit of days past, I saw that it was okay for kids to misbehave and be their fantastic, creative, mud-spattered selves. Maurice Sendak paved the way for many of us as writers. God bless him, and may he be enjoying his own wild rumpus somewhere right now. Two selections below to honor him.
If only Christopher Walken had been around to read me my bedtime stories.
Stephen Colbert gets a personal blurb from the man himself.
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