The great children’s author Maurice Sendak has died at 83. That’s the headline, but I’d rather think of the news as being “Maurice Sendak lived.” A son of immigrant Brooklyn, he lived long enough and vividly enough to give the world books of hallucinatory wonder, to give us Mickey in his night kitchen and Pierre, for whom the moral is: CARE. From an interview almost a decade ago with Fresh Air:
“Do parents sit down and tell their kids everything? I don’t know. I don’t know. I’ve convinced myself — I hope I’m right — that children despair of you if you don’t tell them the truth.”
Thanks, mister. Let the wild rumpus start.