Where the Wild Things Mourn: Gay Author Maurice Sendak Dies
Bad news, y’all.
As Mr. Sendak grew up — lower class, Jewish, gay — he felt permanently shunted to the margins of things. “All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy,” he told The New York Times in a 2008 interview. “They never, never, never knew.”
His lifelong melancholia showed in his work, in picture books like “We Are All in the Dumps With Jack and Guy” (HarperCollins, 1993), a parable about homeless children in the age of AIDS. It showed in his habits. He could be dyspeptic and solitary, working in his white clapboard home in the deep Connecticut countryside with only Mozart, Melville, Mickey Mouse and his dogs for company.
It showed in his everyday interactions with people, especially those blind to the seriousness of his enterprise. “A woman came up to me the other day and said, ‘You’re the kiddie-book man!’ ” Mr. Sendak told Vanity Fair last year. “I wanted to kill her.”
The New York Times paints a gorgeous portrait of Sendak’s body of work today. Who knew Sendak illustrated Else Holmelund Minarik’s “Little Bear” series before trying his hand at penning his own work?
Peace out, Maurice. You will be missed!
“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up- we love you so!”