Remembering Maurice Sendak
I was very sad when I woke up this morning to learn that Maurice Sendak, the author of Where the Wild Things Are, died today. Where the Wild Things Are has long been a favorite of mine. I love to read this book to the kids I take care of, and try to make my readings of it dramatic and fun.
Of course, there are numerous articles online today about Sendak and his books. I've learned a few things, reading them. For instance, I didn't know that his books have often been controversial. Where the Wild Things Are is criticized for the "too scary" monster illustrations, and there is another book, called In the Night Kitchen, where the little boy is depicted in the nude.
I didn't know it before this morning, but perhaps it should be no secret that Sendak didn't have a very happy childhood. He was a Polish Jew growing up in the era of the Great Depression and the Holocaust, so that's probably no big surprise. He lived in fear of his own death as a kid, and had many relatives overseas who did die. Perhaps that explains, at least partly, why his children's books were unusually dark for the time -- we are talking here about an era when kids books were typically sacchrine-sweet, with happy themes and happy endings.
Sendak didn't single-handedly change the industry, but he certainly was part of the change. Children's and young adult literature is not the same syrupy-sweet genre it used to be. Kids' books tackle some tough concepts at times, and can be quite dark.
Maurice Sendak made an indelible impact on children's literature, and in that small way, he will be immortal. I hope that kids will continue to be able to enjoy his books for many years to come.





