Author of one of the most perfect books in existence, denier of insipid scrubbed clean children's literature, lover of dogs and solitude.
Read the stirring NY Times obituary here. This is the finale of the article about fan letters from children:
“Dear Mr. Sendak,” read one, from an 8-year-old boy. “How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there.”
Photo courtesy The Art of Maurice Sendak by Selma G. Lanes
Trust me, it's wonderful. You must see his sketches.