“Buried Treasures” is a new feature on my blog, inspired by Old School Wednesdays from The Book Smugglers. They review books that are older than 5 years and I find this to be a grand idea. But I feel that books never really get old if they’re good, so I’m renaming the feature. Also, I’m adding a couple of years to their time constraint, so the books under this tag will always be at least 10 years old. Here goes!
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Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, originally published by Harper & Row in 1963.
My rating: 5/5
Fifty years after its publication in English, we finally got Where The Wild Things Are in Slovenian. It was translated by Jasmina Šuler Galos and bears the title Tja, kjer so zverine doma. If I get my hands on the original, I may add a comment on the translation as well, but as far as I can tell, she did a credible job!
I got the book for my cousin’s little boy, who just turned one, knowing it was a classic, but not much else. I read it when I got home, because I don’t like giving book-presents if I haven’t read them previously. I was surprised to see that the boy’s name was Max and that he had a small white dog (it’s there in a picture, though it certainly isn’t a main character) – my cousin’s son’s name is Maks (pronounced the same as the international version) and they have a dog who looks something like this. So I’ve unwittingly chosen quite the perfect book for him, even though it might take him a while to fully appreciate it.
This is truly one gorgeous picture book. I love Sendak’s illustrations and the sheer simplicity of the story. I love how it touches on the deepest fears and somehow makes them beautiful. I cannot wait to read it to my own children. I’ll probably be reading loads of kid lit in the years to come and if there are more treasures such as Where the Wild Things Are, I can’t wait!