Posted on 09/14/2008 9:56:55 PM PDT by lainie
He is not, as childrens book writers are often supposed, an everymans grandpapa. His hatreds are fierce and grand, as if produced by Cecil B. DeMille. He hates his uncle (who made a cruel comment about him when he was a boy); he hates anything to do with God or religion, and Judaism in particular (We were the chosen people, chosen to be killed?); he hates Salman Rushdie (for writing an excoriating review of one of his books); he hates syrupy animation, which is why he is thrilled with Mr. Jonzes coming film of his book Where the Wild Things Are, despite rumors of studio discontent.
I hate people, he said at one point, extolling the superior company of dogs, like his sweet-tempered German shepherd, Herman (after Melville).
He is, at heart, a curmudgeon, but a delightful one, with a vast range of knowledge, a wicked sense of humor and a talent for storytelling and mimicry.
When Mr. Sendak received the 1996 National Medal of Arts, President Bill Clinton told him about one of his own childhood fantasies that involved wearing a long coat with brass buttons when he grew up.
But Mr. President, youre only going to be president for a year more, Mr. Sendak said, you still have time to be a doorman.
Mr. Sendak insisted he was trying to be ingratiating, not funny.
Was there anything he had never been asked? He paused for a few moments and answered, Well, that Im gay.
I just didnt think it was anybodys business, Mr. Sendak added. He lived with Eugene Glynn, a psychoanalyst, for 50 years before Dr. Glynns death in May 2007.
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I think that remark to Slick is pretty funny.
Although I really like the comment to Clinton....
A person may be immensely talented, but still be a jerk.
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