Ugh. I can hardly beleive this. A legend of children’s lit has passed at 83. You need nothing more than to look at the art and story of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ to know that he captured something special even in it’s sparse pages. Sendak had quick the gift to really capture something about what it is to be a child.
I grew up with ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ as one of my favorite books. Something was in those drawings that connected so well with me. A beautiful simplicity of joy and fear. And underlying sadness. Luckily Sendak lived to see a loving tribute in the excellent film adaptation.
Another legend is gone.