I've never been a fan of the cliche about famous old people who say all kinds of dreadful things and everyone thinks they're honest and charming because, I guess, they're old and famous. So I probably didn't appreciate the interview with Maurice Sendak in The Believer as much as other readers will. Or maybe I should say that I appreciated it differently.
I have to admit, I roared when Sendak complained heartily--and graphically--about Salman Rushdie and claimed he called the Ayatollah about him. And like Sendak, I am not a fan of Roald Dahl. Over all, though, articles like this make me determined to continue watching VH-1 and reading books columns with the hopes that keeping up with the world will prevent me from spending my declining years going on about how good things used to be back in the golden days of my youth.
Listening to my father complain about not being able to find a shirt to his exacting specifications made me decide to go for the neon running shoes even though what I really long for, in my heart, is a pair of white Keds. The world changes.
Oh, my gosh, over the years we've gotten a lot about how you can't buy this or that anymore and the wonders of those old shows on TVLand. I can barely stick with contemporary shows through their entire lifespans, forget about having to sit through an episode of "Andy of Mayberry."
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