I feel sad about Maurice Sendak’s death. I don’t have children and I was way past my own childhood when his books arrived on the scene. But as a former bookseller and a doting aunt/grandaunt, I’m quite familiar with “Where the Wild Things Are” and “In the Night Kitchen” – magical works, both.
The illustrations are enchanting, even if sometimes a bit scary. The characters – Max in “Where The Wild Things Are” and Mickey in “In the Night Kitchen” – are very endearing.
What I love the most, though, is how Sendak weaves in much bigger messages amidst his simple tales.
I’ve long used “In the Night Kitchen” as the absolute best explanation of the immanent and transcendent nature of God, in this simple illustration/phrase: “I’m in the milk and the milk’s in me!”
And now this complex, deep, fanciful and sometimes haunted man, Maurice Sendak has returned to Source. The scary monsters all vanquished, at one with the Milk-ness of life. Rest in peace, you have delighted so many. And thanks.