This is one of those times I’m glad I do not have a very well-known blog. I’m about to say something unpopular: I’m not too into Maurice Sendak.
As a child, I vaguely remember Where the Wild Things Are, but it didn’t thrill me.
As an adult, when the movie came out and I was supposed to be obsessed with it, I just wasn’t. I did go see it in the theater but only because someone–and the movie was so unimpressive to me that I can’t even remember who I went with–else wanted to see it. Plus, I was hoping to finally understand the hype.
But I didn’t.
And now that I’ve seen the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Society of Illustrators, I have to admit I still don’t see the appeal. I think he was a good artist, but I don’t like the characters he drew.
Maybe monsters just don’t do it for me.