Sendak shakes his head beneath the low-beamed ceiling, in this room full of art and old rugs. "I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it." He smiles and his face transforms. "I was young just minutes ago."
As a child of Eastern European Jewish immigrants who came to America just before World War I, Maurice Sendak grew up in a household with strong ties to the Old Country. When he was 13 years old, Sendak learned that his paternal grandfather, aunts, uncles and cousins had perished in the Holocaust. The realization that children his age could die was a great shock to Sendak and became a preoccupation in much of the work he has created.
What an unpleasant derail of an amazing post. Can it stop please?
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