<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[the feminist librarian]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://thefeministlibrarian.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Anna Clutterbuck-Cook]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://thefeministlibrarian.com/author/feministlib/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[maurice sendak: first&nbsp;memories]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>When I got to work this morning, my Google Reader was <a href="http://studentactivism.net/2012/05/08/maurice-sendak/">rapidly</a> <a href="http://www.npr.org/2012/05/08/152248367/maurice-sendak-where-wild-things-are-author-dies">filling</a> <a href="http://walktheridgepole.blogspot.com/2012/05/amid-gnashing-of-terrible-teeth.html">with</a> blog posts about the death of author and illustrator Maurice Sendak, at the age of 83.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have any big thoughts about Sendak and his the power for good his work was in the world, so instead I thought I&#8217;d share with you a couple of Sendak books that aren&#8217;t as well known and are, in fact, two of his works I remember best from early childhood.</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Before I was born, my parents adopted a golden retriever named Satch (after jazz musician Louis Armstrong, whose nickname was &#8220;Satchmo&#8221;). This was one of the books they had in their collection of dog care manuals, and I remember really loving the comic-strip layout, as well as the adorable and mischievous pup.</div>
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<p>This lushly-illustrated story with text by Charlotte Zolotow and illustrations by Sendak relates the quest of a child to find the perfect gift for her mother. I remember Mr. Rabbit feeling slightly threatening, even though he&#8217;s kind and helpful, perhaps because he is more adult-sized in the illustrations than child-sized. Yet overall, it&#8217;s a quiet low-key story with a sweet resolution, and a rhythmic feeling to it that was incredibly soothing when I was small.</p>
<p>Just looking over Sendak&#8217;s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Sendak#Bibliography">bibliography of works</a> reminds me how much of my childhood library was touched by his work. So thanks, man, for making my world that much more vivid and Truthful.</p>
<p><i>Cross-posted at <a href="http://corner-of-your-eye.blogspot.com/2012/05/maurice-sendak-first-memories.html">the corner of your eye</a>.</i></p>
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