. . . Wednesday November 18, 2009

Being Maurice Sendak

Doesn’t it seem weird that there even is a real Maurice Sendak? I was listening to some outtakes of appearances he’s made on Fresh Air, and the whole time I just kept thinking, “Come on. You’re actually that Maurice Sendak?”

Think about it.

You’re Maurice Sendak. You’re at a dinner party (anywhere, really). Someone you’ve never met tries to strike up a conversation.

Them: So what do you do?

You: Oh, me? I write children’s books.

Them: Really? Anything I might have heard of?

Concentration is important!