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The day Sendak was furious at me.

 

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Worth re-posting: How to Criticize, According to Maurice Sendak

first posted Thursday, February 27, 2014

Maurice Sendak's Lesson to Hershel Parker in How to Give Criticism

               This is a little story about the perils of being friends with a great artist.

5 March 1992   Good rushed talk with Maurice. Read him plaudits in the capitol poem—[He] asked for a tape, which I will . . . do. Poss of going up 13^th depending on my progress [on talk on HM as sex symbol] . . . . Xeroxed Oak Leaf cluster for everyone [in seminar]. Thought later, at home, of putting it (the 12 [poem sequence—“Live Oak, with Moss”]) into NAAL [The Norton Anthology of American Literature]

12 March 1992.  MS called 930 am. Told him my Live Oak wi Moss idea (for NAAL)—Promised a tape. He [said he] thought he might illustrate Homer—(his slip for Whitman). So after Pierre, Whitman? Told him about [teaching] Song of Myself as a coming out poem.

23 March 1992  Bad news. Maurice called—blood clot in leg—gg to Danbury or NYC hospital

24 March 1992 Lynn called with MS’s # at Danbury Hospital. [2 chats] Watching the clot—following it. I may go up [next] Tuesday. [Michael at HarperCollins FedExing color Xeroxes of Bumbleardy to Maurice at the hospital.]

25 March 1992 Got Maurice at 6 in his new room—private. Clot still there. Friday critical. Clot should dissolve. 

27 March 1992  Dr screwed MS.  Got him set up to learn someting, took tests& went & played golf. Morose Maurice, with reason.

28 March 1992  Maurice released. Dr claims to have told floor nurse to tell Maurice yesterday

31 March 1992   RIDGEFIELD. Eager to see Bumbleardy but not handed it.

1 April 1992   RIDGEFIELD. One of the worst mornings of my life. At last got [to hold] Bumleardy blown up color Xeroxes pasted up as a book [which Michael had FedEx’d to Maurice last week so he could have it in the hospital]. Read it in Living Room. Dismay—awkward chronology. Move 2 double pages? [Would that solve it?] One with 9 pigs in masks & one wi 9 pigs doing the 9 kinds of dirty tricks, to follow the words “9 kinds of” etc. Puzzled about most economical way of fixing it. 

Walk wi [Maurice and] Runge [in property across the road which MS later bought]. Decided to be honest—broached subject. [After deciding that I would risk losing the friendship.]

MS: “Hersh, you never learned the first rule for giving criticism—first praise lavishly.” [Sendak pissed. Very pissed. Very Morose.]

Well, terrible, awkward. At studio I fumbled as I tried to tell him what was wrong. BO from anxiety. [The horrible smelling BO that comes only from sickness or extreme anxiety.]

Then he took it & cried “GOTT IN HIMMEL!” 

It was pasted up wildly out of order. Honest Hersh!

Call to HAR about Northwestern project. She said [to Maurice], “What do you expect from the King of Aesthetic Anomalies?” [Hayford also called, and was much amused.] Michael’s assistant had screwed up—Michael chagrined—[package had gone to FedEx headquarters in Memphis and stayed there somehow. Maurice had not seen it all those days in the hospital.] But I remained nervous.

3 April 1992  Buffalo, to give my “Melville as [Heterosexual] Sex Symbol” talk.

Conversation provoked by Claudine Gay and moving on to [well I won't name him] and Maurice Sendak

 How many articles have I written? More than 200. More than 300? How many times did I plagiarize? Probably none. Fewer than Claudine Gay, anyhow. Now, someone who became a chaired professor stole a Fitzgerald book of mine in which I had glued in several pages of analysis and published it--a little askew at times because the thief, only later a chaired professor, was not smart enough to make any connection I had not spelled out. And there was the time one of the most famous mystery writers sent me one of his books with a handwritten tribute to one of my best articles, the one on Deconstructing Blackmur's The Art of the Novel and Liberating James's Prefaces. The great writer said I had ennobled him. I am sure I had. Then by ways I do not trace our discussion wandered to how hard it is to accept criticism. The one with memory intact mentioned the time Maurice Sendak got very mad at me. It's a long story which I will not tell here. It involves my reading what was presented to me as final copy of one of his children's books and pointing out that it would be a lot better if he moved these pages before those pages. He was not pleased. He shared his opinion that criticism should always be positive. The day passed and he finally looked at what I had seen and exploded: "GOTT IN HIMMEL!" Pages had been mixed up. I sweetly reminded him that I had been a textual scholar. How much random morning conversation will Claudine Gay provoke?