daniel sinker: Where the Wild Things Were
My favorite moments in Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are are not the beautiful scenes of the wild rumpus, so vivid and alive. Instead, I’ve always been partial to the quiet moments at the start of the book, where Max’s room slowly transforms into the jungle and endless sea that leads…
As I have mulled the passing of these two cultural landmarks of my youth, I’ve wanted to somehow draw a line connecting the dots between Sendak and the Beastie Boys. Dan nails it.
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This makes me wistful...young adulthood. Who knew they could occupy
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these two cultural landmarks...youth, I’ve wanted to somehow draw
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