I will say it loud, and I will say it proud.
I LOVE MAURICE SENDAK (I’d make that bigger but I don’t know how)
I first loved him because of his amazing stories and illustration. I loved him because of Max and the Wild Things, and I loved him In The Night Kitchen. Then I started to learn about the man behind the stories and I loved him even more. There was a great interview with him on HBO a few years ago and I realized that he really was a crotchety old man (my very favorite type of person). I suspect he would get along well with Statler and Waldorf, and my Grandma Vi.
This morning I came across an interview with Sendak in the Guardian, and it made me happier then I ever thought possible.
Here are some highlights:
On eBooks: “I hate them. It’s like making believe there’s another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of sex. There isn’t another kind of book! A book is a book is a book.”
“I’m totally crazy, I know that. I don’t say that to be a smartass, but I know that that’s the very essence of what makes my work good. And I know my work is good. Not everybody likes it, that’s fine. I don’t do it for everybody. Or anybody. I do it because I can’t not do it.”
On Salman Rushdie: “That flaccid fuckhead. He was detestable. I called up the Ayatollah, nobody knows that.”
Needless to say, I will be calling a lot of people flaccid fuckheads for the next few weeks. And for that, I thank you Mr. Sendak. I thank you.