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TOMI UNGERER . For Maurice: I visited Maurice last summer. It was joy and bliss under the pine trees. Cajoling the past and blasting the present — both roaring, eyes weepy, giving our emotions a free range of expressions. Maurice is now where the wild things are. Ursula Nordstrom, our editor, Edward Gorey, Shel Silverstein and many others are already there, now celebrating his arrival with a big-bang-binge among the restless natives. Feasting on taboos and dancing the mumbo-jumbo under the No No
Maurice Sendak’s books were always a bit scary, but the pictures were so controlled that you were kind of reassured. There’d be these really dense bushes with God-knows-what behind them and it was terrifying, but then there’d be a moon, all nicely framed in a hole in the scenery, as if it knew exactly where you were standing and had gotten into position for you, and it wasn’t as scary then.