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Good Shabbos, Everybody (1951)

Good Shabbos, Everybody
Written by Robert Garvey

Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

United Synagogue Commission on Jewish Education

This one is a bit of an enigma, it seems to me. It was published in 1951, the same year as The Wonderful Farm. I found a first edition for $1,500, and several editions in poor condition which were likewise worth several hundred dollars. So, it's quite collectible. But I couldn't find any other real information about it, other than this brief synopsis:

"Little Mimmy's excitement mounts as she helps mother prepare for the Sabbath and then daddy walks in the door."

But what happens when daddy walks in the door? What? Looks like I'll never know. There were no critical reviews to be found. In his biography of Sendak, Hal Marcovitz completely glosses over this book, and instead refers to A Hole is to Dig, published in 1952, as Sendak's third book. Yet, as far as I can tell, this is his third book. It clearly exists.

I did find some images from various bookseller sites, but unfortunately, they shed little light on Little Mimmy's Daddy:

Good Shabbos, Everybody

Good Shabbos, Everybody

Good Shabbos, Everybody

I can see Sendak has yet to fully come into his own. He was still just 21, hadn't yet developed the look and the style for which he will later be known. Nonetheless, something tells me he was having a lot of fun!


The Wonderful Farm (1951)

The Wonderful Farm
Written by Marcel Ayme

Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Harper and Brothers

Two years after Atomics for the Millions, Sendak was 21 and out of school and looking for work. You'd think it would have been a straight line of progression into illustration, but it was much more roundabout than that.

He'd already had some work designing window displays for New York department stores. The biggest display involved life-size paper-mache figures of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. But when his older brother Jack came home - discharged from the army - the two of them decided to become toy makers. They designed small, wooden figures from classic fairy tales and Maurice hand-painted each of them.

They brought them to F.A.O. Schwarz for consideration, but were turned down. The toy store felt they would be too expensive to sell well... but realizing how artistic and talented he was, they did offer Maurice a job designing their display windows. Maurice agreed.

F.A.O. Schwarz is the oldest toy store in the United States, and while they were still in business, they sold all sorts of amazing toys, games and dolls. And books.

Picture books.

Maurice Sendak

Meanwhile, in Paris...

French novelist Marcel Ayme had published the collection of short stories Les Contes du chat perché to great acclaim, about two little girls and their magical adventures with talking farm animals. Harper and Brothers (what is now HarperCollins), wanted to translate and publish the book in the States, under the title The Wonderful Farm. They just needed an illustrator.

Ursula Nordstrom was the children's book editor for Harper and Brothers, and knew the book buyer at F.A.O. Schwarz very well, who then introduced her to young Maurice, who by that time had become completely immersed in the children's book section of the store and enamored with the illustrations of Randolph Caldecott and Felix Hoffman and many others...

Introductions were made, a contract was set, and Sendak got to work.

The Wonderful Farm

The Wonderful Farm

The Wonderful Farm

The Wonderful Farm

The Wonderful Farm

His line-work came a long way. He loves cross-hatching! The textures of the animals and of the forest are vivid. But it would still be another twelve years before he truly came into his own.

Thanks to the National Gallery of Australia for the scans. Visit their site for the original plates.

Thanks to Hal Markovotz for his wonderful biography of Maurice Sendak, published by Chelsea House.

Atomics for the Millions (1947)

Atomics for the Millions
Written by Maxwell Leigh Eidinoff and Hyman Ruchlis

Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

McGraw Hill Book Company

If there's one thing I learned from The Phantom Menace teaser trailer, it's that every generation has a legend, every journey has a first step, and every saga has a beginning. Or something like that. In this case, that legend was a teenager named Maurice Bernard Sendak, attending Lafayette High in Brooklyn, and getting his first big break when his science teacher, Hyman Ruchlis, asked him if he would be interested in illustrating a book he was co-writing with Maxwell Leigh Eidinoff, who was a part of the Atomic Bomb Project at Columbia University and the University of Chicago.

He was 18 years old at the time, and was paid $100 in exchange for his efforts. Prior to this, Maurice's claim to fame had been comic strips in his high school literary magazine.

Copies of this book now go for up to $1,500, so I wasn't able to acquire one to review it, but trying to glean as much as I can about it online, I read that it was intended to be an “amazingly clear and non-technical book [that] actually enables the reader to understand the basic principles behind the development of atomic energy, without any previous scientific or mathematical training.”

I like the cover very much. People of all colors - white, yellow... very dark blue... all walking toward a brighter tomorrow, a tomorrow brought to you by atomic energy! Who wouldn't want to get behind that? 1947 was the same year that the Truman Doctrine was created to stem the spread of communism, the Cold War ha begun in earnest, and the Doomsday Clock was introduced. So it goes.

Maurice Sendak

If anyone was marching off toward a brighter tomorrow, it was certainly Sendak himself. Eighteen of his original drawings for Atomics for the Millions have been acquired by The Rosenbach here in Philadelphia, along with the original contract he signed with the authors.

Atomics for the Millions

Atomics for the Millions

Atomics for the Millions

Atomics for the Millions

Thanks to Collecting Children's Books for the scans!


My Brother's Book (2013)

By Maurice Sendak

Michael di Valuable Books

What a wonderful find this was, tucked in with the new releases at the library, and so strange! Last year I talked about one of my favorite Sendak books, We Are All in the Dumps with Jack and Guy, and here - posthumously - Jack and Guy have returned for a last dance on Sendak's grave, and what a strange, erie dance it is. The tone of it - to me - suggested Outside Over There. I don't know what it all means, but I trust the artist implicitly.

The text is adapted from Shakespeare's play The Winter's Tale. I learned this from the foreword to the book. Otherwise, were it not for that foreword, I would have assumed this came entirely from Sendak's imagination, and would not known what to make of it. I still don't know what to make of it. Knowing now that its from Shakespeare actually makes it weirder.

On a bleak midwinter's night
The newest star! - blazing light!
So crystal bright! - eclipsing the moon,
Scorching the sky,
Smashed! - and heaved the iron earth in two,
Catapulting Jack to continents of ice -
A snow image stuck fast in water like stone,
His poor nose froze.

The pictures looked to me like someone on acid trying to illustrate the book of Revelations. Trees are
melting, the stars are melting, our characters are naked and in... anguish? Ecstacy? The planet Saturn rises over the ruins of an ancient civilazation... but my eyes keep going back to the phrase, "His poor nose froze," and I'm trying to figure out, wait, is that supposed to be funny? Was that a joke?

This is a love story about two brothers who seem to represent something very elemental about the world, even more elemental than Max and his wild things, or Mickey and his milk. They are filled with mysteries, and this is a book to puzzle over. I felt at once at the beginning of time and at the end of time. I have never seen or read a book like this one. It is beautifully designed, small, misshapen, lovely.


Enfolded in his brother's arms.

Passing worlds at every plunge


We Are All In the Dumps with Jack and Guy (1993)

Written by... Mother Goose?

Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Sendak has said in interviews that he is obsessed with Angels, ever since he was a child and had an angelic encounter of his own. He likes to incorporate them into his books in honor of his departed friends. Whereas the angels in Dear Mili are of the classic mould, the angels in We Are All in the Dumps with Jack and Guy are seen doing nothing more romantic than reading the New York Times.
We Are All in the Dumps... was published in 1993, and in it Sendak returns to his usual cartoonish playfulness. The colors are bright and bold, the words are hand lettered and large (and rhyme!). The children are short and pudgy and have that Nutshell Kids way about them.
Here is the complete text:

We are all in the dumps, for diamonds are trumps, the kittens are gone to St. Pauls! The Baby is Bit, the moon’s in a fit, and the houses are built without walls.

Jack and Guy went out in the rye and the found a little boy with one black eye. “Come,” says Jack. “Let’s knock him on the head.” “No,” says Guy. “Let’s buy him some bread. You buy one loaf, and I’ll buy two, and we’ll bring him up as other folks do.”

If that sounds like a mother goose rhyme, that’s because it is. Two mother goose rhymes, completely unrelated, strung together and narratively linked by Mr. Sendak. This was an experiment he’d last done in 1965 with the book Hector Protector and As I Went Over the Water.
With these two nonsensical rhymes, Sendak was able to produce over fifty full-color pages of full, deep, rich and textured narrative illustration. Except, as fun as they first appear to be, the reader may be momentarily taken aback to realize that these fun cartoonish drawings are, in fact, homeless encampments populated by dirty, malnourished, barefoot children. There are no adults present. No authority figures. It’s as though Max from Where the Wild Things Are finally got his wish, only with disastrous, real-world consequences.
With this book, people have seen a message about AIDS. They have seen a message about homelessness and poverty, pollution and capitalism. It was suggested to me recently that it also works as a fable for gay adoption.
It could be all of those things and more. All I can say for sure is that after two monstrous rats straight out of E.T.A. Hoffman’s The Nutcracker (which Sendak illustrated in 1984) steal a young boy and whisk him away to a bread factory in middle of St. Paul, Minnesota, it is up to our heroes – the eponymous Jack and Guy – to rescue him. They play cards, the moon transforms into a glowing, ferocious cat, and then it begins to get pretty surreal.
The houses are built without walls. That’s the line that got Sendak, from which the rest of the story unfolded. He thought unwanted kids and of the shanty towns in Rio de Janeiro. As fanciful as the story gets, it uses this as its real-world baseline. The houses are built without walls.
I’ve read reviews from well-meaning parents warning against giving this book to children, as they found the social messages far too heavy-hitting. That’s bunk, of course. Arlo loved it, for it also works simultaneously as an adventure story, with every page filled with fantastic creatures and bizarre transformations, escapes and chases. For myself, I could appreciate those New York Times-reading angelic host, fluttering about the stratosphere, and the silent image of Jack and Guy removing the slumbering child from the surface of the moon, his arms outstretched and his head hung like Christ on a cross. There is a lot happening here for both grown-up and child to enjoy equally.
There were moments, however, which we could both share, and grow closer to each other’s worlds and perceptions.
That final page, for example, after the dramatic rescue, the adventure, the fantasia, after Jack and Guy return to their shanty town, curl up within their cardboard boxes and their newspaper-blankets, Arlo wanted to know why they didn’t just go home.
“Well,” I said. “This is their home. This is where they live.”
“No, their real home!”
“I guess there aren’t any real homes.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, there are! Look!” And he pointed to the large, stone monolithic highrise which overshadowed the tiny encampment, like something out of Stonehenge, only more so.


Dear Mili (1988)

Written by Wilhelm Grimm

Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

On September 28, 1983, the front page story of the New York Times was the discovery of a new tale by Wilhelm Grimm.

Wilhelm was born in Germany in 1796. He was only 9 years old when he and his brother Jacob began collecting folktales, and was 16 when their first collection was published. Over the next few years, they published many hundreds of found and collected stories.

While they were enjoying their success, the story goes that in 1816 – when Wilhelm would have been 20 – he wrote a letter to a young girl named Mili. Strangely, I couldn’t find anything about who this Mili was. Was her identity intentionally kept private, or is it truly an unknown? Regardless, within the letter was a story he had written. It was not, so far as I can tell, a retelling of a folktale which he had collected, but an original piece from his own imagination.

The letter remained in the girl’s possession for her entire life and was passed down through the family for more than a century and a half. In 1983, then, the letter was made public. Once translated and rights were settled, the great publishing house Farrar, Straus, and Giroux was set to publish the letter in book form, and succeeded in securing Maurice Sendak as the illustrator.

It begins thus:

Dear Mili;
I’m sure you have gone walking in the woods or in the green meadows, and passed a clear, flowing brook. And you’ve tossed a flower in the brook, a red one, a blue one, or a snow-white one. It drifted away, and you followed it with your eyes as far as you could. And it went quietly away with the little waves, farther and farther, all day long and all night too, by the light of the moon or the stars. It didn’t need much light, for it knew the way and didn’t get lost. When it had traveled for three days without stopping to rest, another flower came along on another brook. A child like you, but far far away from here, had tossed it into a brook at the same time. The two flowers kissed, and went their way together and stayed together until they both sank to the bottom.

This opening is essentially a metaphorical microcosm of the entire tale. We begin with a journey, climax with a mysterious rendezvous, and in the end: the exceedingly romantic deaths of the main characters.

Visually speaking, there is a great deal linking Dear Mili with Outside Over There, though they were done more than seven years apart. Both stories concern the fate of very young heroines. In both, there are no father-figures present, and the mothers have the same drawn and quartered look about them, seated at the same arbor, surrounded by lush plant life. In both, the same faithful German shepherd is yet seated at her side.

In Dear Mili, war has broken out in their small village, and the widowed mother must send her only child far into the woods where no enemy can harm her. “God in His mercy will show you the way,” she says. The child then embarks on a trek through a treacherous, overgrown terrain, dressed in only her slippers and her nightshirt, praying to her God to help her go on.

When it rains, she says, “God and my heart are weeping together.” Then, later, when the sky clears and the stars come out, she observes, “How bright are the nails on the great door of heaven!”

I was surprised at the strong religious tone of the story. I would have imagined the Grimms channeling much darker spirits. When the young girl comes to a house where an old, bearded man lives, the narrative informs us that this was “Saint Joseph, who long ago had cared for the Christ Child here on earth.”

For three days she stays at the home of the old man, cooks and cleans for him, while he sends her out to pick herbs and roots. After the third day, he tells her that it is time for her to return home. As a parting gift, he hands her a rosebud and says, “When this rose blooms, you will be with me again.”

The young girl is helped on her return journey by a mysterious young girl who could be her identical twin. They have the same pigtails, the same nightshirt, the same blue ribbons. The doppelganger leads the young girl to the edge of the forest, then points the rest of the way.

The last image of the book is a picture spread out over two pages. It is of the same village seen at the beginning, stone ruins, a gorgeous sunset filling the sky with color. On the left hand side steps the young girl. On the far right side sits an old woman, wrinkled and arthritic, looking nearly blind. Her frail arms are outstretched.

It has not been three days since she sent her daughter off to hide in the woods, it has been thirty years. The mother has been hoping against hope all these years that God would grant her the wish to see her little girl one last time before she dies.

All evening they sat happily together. Then they went to bed calmly and cheerfully, and next morning the neighbors found them dead. They had fallen happily asleep, and between them lay Saint Joseph’s rose in full bloom.


Outside Over There (1981)

Written and Illustrated by Maurice Sendak

Harper Collins

Well, as everyone knows, Maurice Sendak is no more - at least in physical form. Two years ago I wrote a column for The Critical Masses about three Sendak books which are - perhaps - not as well known as some of his others. I thought I would reproduce them here, one at a time, beginning with one of my absolute favorite picture books of all time, Outside Over There (1981).

Outside Over There has a lot in common with a certain major cult film of yesteryear. It was in the back of my mind the first time I read it, years ago: I know this story. I’ve read this before. (This is a very common thought to have while reading children’s literature).
The elements of the book are these:
A young girl, Ida by name, forced to tend her unwanted and unwelcome baby sister.
The goblins, who sneak in through the rear window, carting off with baby sister and leaving – in her place – a changeling made of ice, melting slowly and hideously.
Armed only with her Mama’s yellow rain cloak and a golden hornpipe, Ida must find and retrieve said baby sister before the young one is married off in a wretched goblin ceremony.
Outside Over There was published a full five years before the Jim Henson film, Labyrinth. There are no shifting corridors in the Sendak tale, no immersive M.C. Escher environments, no pop singers in fright wigs and spandex, but the two share both plot-points and also tone.
In neither is there the usual grappling with the fantastic, but rather a matter-of-fact acceptance which somehow makes it all the more appalling. Ida, gripping the dripping remains of her sister’s changeling, immediately knows the score. She seems to have a pre-cognition of the rules of the game. Yes, the goblins came and will marry her sister off. Yes, the hornpipe must be blown. These are not presented as fantastic elements, but a part of the very real world which Ida seems to be inexplicably aware. Normally, we expect to identify with the main character, but when we realize that Ida knows more about this world than we do, she suddenly becomes as mysterious and other as the goblins themselves.
Is that too much? Have I overstated the case?
When I showed the book to Arlo, he immediately balked. “That looks dumb,” is how he put it.
I didn’t blame him. The cover shows Ida wearing a blue nightgown, holding hands with her baby sister. They are standing in the arbor of a garden, and the baby is reaching out a pink, pudgy hand toward a blooming sunflower, a look of wonder upon her face. Surely a charming, pastoral tale which I would most likely not want to get within a hundred feet of, were I a four-year old boy.
“Come on!” I prodded, opening the book. “Give it a chance!”
The title page is quite similar: Ida is now helping the baby take her first steps. Behind them is the white fence, nearly overgrown with majestic blooming sunflowers.

And off to the left-hand side, sitting hunched with knees drawn to its chest, sits a small, hooded figure, its face obscured by shadow.
Arlo stared at this image for a long time.
Then, “Read it,” he said.
The next page intensifies the scenario. We are still standing in front of the sunflower-strewn arbor. But now Ida clutches her baby sister to her more tightly, looking in wide-eyed concern as the seated goblin has now stood and three more identically hooded figures are approaching from stage right. One carries a ladder. One carries a hornpipe.
The story doesn’t properly begin until the following page:
“When Papa was away at sea, and Mama in the arbor, Ida played her wonder horn to rock the baby still – but never watched. So the goblins came.”
One clue that this is a Sendak book is the way he likes to spread out his sentences. Those opening two sentences are broken up into chunks and spread out over the course of 6 gorgeous, full color paintings which cram narrative information galore.
In these opening pages, a full day has passed. The sun has risen over a rocky coast, at which old, mighty ships are moored. Ida and her mother and baby sister stand with their backs to us, dresses rippling.
Next we are at the arbor, in which Ida’s mother sits with dark lines beneath her eyes, a dead look about her, not caring that her baby is now screaming in anguish, writhing in Ida’s arms. Papa has gone to sea – we can still see the boat in the background – and his absence has destroyed this family.
Off to the side, goblins scurry, still clutching their ladder.
Later that evening, Ida stands by her window, playing her horn as the sunflowers creep into her room. The baby nearly leaps out of her crib in joy, but that joy is short-lived. The goblins have pushed open the window, and as darkness falls, the baby is carted away, screaming in terror.
An entire world of story is contained within these drawings. Again, the narrative is simply this:
“When Papa was away at sea, and Mama in the arbor, Ida played her wonder horn to rock the baby still – but never watched. So the goblins came.”
Sendak considered this to be the third volume of a trilogy that began with Where the Wild Things Are(1963) and continuing with In the Night Kitchen (1970). They may not at first seem to have a great deal in common, but he says that they are all about moments in which a parent has turned their back and in that moment, the child must make a decision by themselves.
If you own the former two, you owe it to yourself to pick up this one as well. You may find that it casts Max and his wild things in a new light. And the next time you watch Labyrinth, look for it displayed prominently on Jennifer Connelly’s bookshelf near the beginning of the film.
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