Maurice Sendak, R.I.P

Maurice Sendak, der wohl wichtigste Kinderbuch-Autor unserer Zeit, ist im Alter von 83 Jahren an den Folgen eines Schlaganfalls gestorben. Ralph McQuarrie, Moebius, Adam Yauch, Maurice Sendak... 2012 is a bitch.

Im Nachruf der New York Times bin ich grade über folgenden Satz gestolpert: "Roundly praised, intermittently censored and occasionally eaten, Mr. Sendak’s books were essential ingredients of childhood for the generation born after 1960 or thereabouts, and in turn for their children." Eaten? Ich meine, "eaten" passt zu Sendak und seiner No-Bullshit-Attitüde auch und grade Kindern gegenüber, der Sachen wie "I refuse to lie to children" sagt. Aber trotzdem... eaten? Hier die Auflösung, die einem das Herz bricht:

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

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