R.I.P. Maurice Sendak. You will be missed. You are in heaven now, teaching the angels how it is.
Where The Sad Things Are (planet Earth, lately)
The dude went out like a rocket, though– such a fantastic run of late period interviews that let him be his cranky, salty, gay self, culminating in what might have been one of Colbert’s finest moments.
I listened to his last interview on NPR with Terry Gross and he knew he was dying and he was telling her how much he loved her and she was saying how much she loved him and I was at the gym and we were ALL crying!
Let the Wild Rumpus start (in Heaven)
^Better. We should honor the man with a wicked wild rumpus.
Today’s wild rumpus is canceled. Please make a note of it.
The King of All Wild Things is Dead.
Long live the King of All Wild Things.
Between this and MCA last week, my childhood is pretty much destroyed now.
Stan Lee, Matt Groening and R.L. Stine have been placed in protective custody.
His Colbert interview is basically my favorite thing ever http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/406796/january-24-2012/grim-colberty-tales-with-maurice-sendak-pt–1
Chicken Soup with Rice was one of my favorites when I was little. My parents had to keep taping it together because I cracked the binding.
I had a mini box set (about the size of two packs of cards taped together) of Chicken Soup with Rice, Alligators All Around, One Was Johnny, and Pierre (A Cautionary Tale). I kept it on my bookshelf until I moved out of my parents’ place. I should go dig it out of whatever drawer its in and put it back where it belongs.
I had the mini box set, too. It was great! I loved it so much. I also had the accompanying Carole King album that I loved, as well. I took the whole thing to “show & tell” in kindergarten. I got made fun of because mr. cool guy told me (and everyone else in class) that Carole King sucked.
So, show & tell was not a success that month, but it did not change my opinion of Carole King.
All libraries will hold a moment of silence today in memory of Maurice.
One of my earliest memories was being read “In the Night Kitchen”. So much magic on every page.
Heaven just got a little moreice Sendak.
(Sorry, I’m in the nonsensical gibberish phase of my grieving process.)
(Seriously though, this man’s imagination is such an indelible part of me that I hear his name and I’m instantly transported back to my elementary school library… one room, sunny but a little musty still, the goofy librarian who most kids don’t like but I don’t mind… I remember the exact spot on the shelves where the SED-to-SEL section was located… it takes first-grade me some effort to reach up to where the SEN books are, but it’s totally worth it. The librarian is like “again with this?” but I can tell she secretly approves. And I just read and imagine, read and imagine…)
Oh my God is it ever dusty in here today!? RIP, you beautiful, authentic artist.
R.I.P. Maurice Sendak. You will be missed. You are in heaven now, teaching the angels Colbert’s trick of sniffing markers while you draw new constellations in the sky.
Glad to see a great artist who got to live a full and amazing life. You will be missed, sir, but your books will always be alive and read with joy.
As Gabe once said, the man will always be a goddamn national treasure.
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