MAURICE Sendak looks like one of his own creations: beady eyes, pointy eyebrows, the odd monsterish tuft of hair and a reputation for fierceness that makes you tiptoe up the path of his beautiful house in Connecticut like a child in a fairytale.
Sendak has lived here for 40 years, until recently with his partner Eugene, who died in 2007, and now alone with his dog, Herman (after Melville), a large Alsatian who barges to the door to greet us. ''He's German,'' says Sendak, getting up from the table where he is doing a jigsaw puzzle of a monster from his most famous book, Where the Wild Things Are. Sotto voce, he adds: ''He doesn't know I'm Jewish.''
At 83, Sendak is still enraged by almost everything that crosses his landscape.
In the first 10 minutes of our meeting, he gets through:
(Right - Maurice Sendak's latest book Bumble-Ardy.)
■New York: ''You get pushed and harassed and people grope you. It's too tumultuous, it's too crazy!''
■The American right: ''These Republican schnooks would be comical if they weren't not funny.''
■Rupert Murdoch: ''His name should be what everything is called now.'' But he publishes you! ''Yes! Harpers. He owns Harpers and I guess the rest of the world, too. He represents how bad things have become. But I don't know a better house. They're all in trouble. They're all terrible.''
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