This is honestly one of my favorite works of literature of all time. I believe I have it memorized for the most part, and if I didn’t feel it was a copyright infringement, I could reproduce the entire story here.
"The night Max wore his wolf suit he made mischief of one kind…
and another…
and another."
Yes!!! In my ADULT analysis, there is a psychological aspect. After Max is sent to bed without his supper, he has a psychotic break with reality!
"That night in Max’s room a forest grew…
And grew…
and grew…"
Until his room disappears and his walls and celing become the world all around.
Dang, Max must have been REALLY hungry for his supper. Or he’s simply lost touch with reality due to his anger at his mother.
In any case, in spite of any ADULT notions that this is a story of psychological trauma, what it REALLY is is a magical fantasy story about what happens to a brilliant child with a vivid imagination. More than that, this story is rendered in BRILLIANT illustrations that adults around the world covet.
For the record, Sendak claims to have modeled the “wild things” after his aunts and uncles who would come to visit as a child pinch his cheeks HARD, proclaiming, “You’re so cute I could just EAT YOU UP.” Thus…
“Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you up we love you so.”
Perhaps this is why this book is so beloved to children…they relate at some level to these characters.
It is my (very loudmouthed, I admit) opinion that this should be MANDATORY reading for children rather than being banned. It’s brilliant. In addition, any conflict of any type in this story is warmly resolved when Max returns from taming the Wild Things (he is the king of all wild things and tells them all what to do, by the way) and finds his room as he left it, and his dinner waiting for him.
“And it was still hot.”
God. If anyone knows where I can find a signed first edition, I’d pay a LOT for it.
The same type of idiots censor and ban Sendaks other work, such as “Max in the Night Kitchen” because Max is naked. MORONS, I tell you!
“And now,” cried Max, “Let the Wild Rumpus Start!” That used to be my sig line…
Woo hoo!!