On Wild Things
Maurice Sendak died today. Where The Wild Things Are made me appreciate my imagination. I knew Max; I was Max. In my imaginary white pointy-eared wolf suit, I left the disgrace of
Maurice Sendak died today. Where The Wild Things Are made me appreciate my imagination. I knew Max; I was Max. In my imaginary white pointy-eared wolf suit, I left the disgrace of
"Arthur Schopenhauer wrote that dreaming and wakefulness are the pages of a single book, and that to read them in order is to live, and to leaf through them at
I wrote the spoof below when the hardback came out, but today's This Much I Know article in the Observer made me dust it off and bring it back. Compare and