Gone to Where The Wild Things Are

Maurice Sendak, widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche, died on Tuesday in Danbury, Conn. He was 83.

The cause was complications of a recent stroke, said Michael di Capua, his longtime editor. Mr. Sendak, who died at Danbury Hospital, lived nearby in Ridgefield, Conn.

Via.
A copy of Where The Wild Things Are was a prized childhood possession of mine, and now belongs to my son.

Khaaaaaaaan!

LOS ANGELES – Ricardo Montalban, the Mexican-born actor who became a star in splashy MGM musicals and later as the wish-fulfilling Mr. Roarke in TV’s “Fantasy Island,” died Wednesday morning at his home, his family said. He was 88.
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Best Star Trek villain ever, too.

Idiosyncratica Challenge, 01/08/08

This is my drabble for the 1st August. I’d like to talk about what inspired it afterwards, although I’m going to put that after the fold so it doesn’t spoil it. Anyone reading this in the WP tag surfer should be careful…

Run On
We cut down the sons of long-tongue liars, the murders, gamblers and backbiters. They ran away for a long time, but sooner or later we cut them down.

They did things in the dark which we brought into the light and we cut them down for their sins. I went among them with a sword and took justice to them, and it was good, and it was right.

And then it was finished, and the first-born were dead, my sword and wings bloody with horror and vengeance.

And I knew not what I had done or what I would do.

Book and film recommendations

From my recent reading and viewing:

Well, crud.

I’ve only just now been able to make a new post; for the past x amount of hours, it’s been dicking me around.

Apologies to anyone who’s waiting on anything new or to a reply; I’ve really not been in the mood for anything too heavy these past couple of days.

I just found out yesterday that my great-aunt has died. It’s not unexpected; she was in her seventies, and had end stage cancer. Seven months ago, the doctor told her she probably only had about six months or so to live.

You can understand why I’ve not really felt like doing anything involving too much mental heavy lifting.

Anyway, to follow tomorrow – Part III.

And so to bed.