Lit Crit: Where the Wild Things Are

So it has been a while since I indulged a bit and scripted one of my investigations/criticisms of a beloved children’s book. Considering the upcoming release of the film version of Where the Wild Things Are later this month, I thought why not tackle one of the greatest works of children’s pictorial literature of all time.

Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak was published in 1963 to mixed reviews. While it was awarded the prestigious Caldecott Medal for best picture book of 1963, it was widely dismissed by librarians, and prudish critics as “too frightening” including Publishers Weekly, who declared the book “pointless and confusing” back in 1963. Since this early celebration and condemnation the book has gone on to be a bookshelf staple for children and nostalgic adults alike, and with over nineteen million copies in print (this number is likely to significantly increase due to the release of the feature film) it shows little sign of loosing its significance, or its appeal.

So what, some 46 years later, do we make of this tale of the angry and lonely boy venturing into the wild and imagined terrain of monsters and revolt? As most of us are familiar with the tale, I will only provide a brief recap. Max, a seemingly dour young boy wearing a wolf suit, gets sent to bed by his mother (with no dinner) for being unruly. He then dreams himself into a rowdy and feral jungle world populated by woolly beasts that crown him “king of all wild things” and, with Max, proceed to engage in the sort of wild behavior that got Max in trouble in the first place. Max then grows tired of his kingdom and flees, sailing his way back to the comforts of home.

The book, with its spare prose and its exceedingly rich and peculiar illustrations, almost functions as a subtle poem illuminating the vicissitudes of childhood anger and loneliness. Max exists in the familiar realm of childhood where freedom is limited, emotions are confusing, untethered anger drives frequent outbursts and tantrums, and alienation is all too common. With the same force that Max enlists to push away his family, he also expresses the need for safety, belonging, and community, with both his newfound “wild” friends and his ultimate desire to return home to the comfort of his room and waiting supper (which is still hot–a fitting grace note to this fantastic adventure).

One thematic aspect of the narrative, not to be overlooked, is the childhood (and some would say adult) need for monsters. While most adults would assume monsters are a source of fear for all children, they are only half correct. As the character of Max proves in Where the Wild Things Are, monsters fulfill the need of emotional surrogate as much as they embody the childhood desire for unmitigated and unadulterated power in a world where they often feel powerless. Max conquers the “wild things” and makes them into subjects, or pets, and then allows himself to engage in some truly joyful monstrous behavior. Max controls his “wild things” as he controls his emotions, as well as his elaborate imagination.

Does Where the Wild Things Are have a place in your home, and if so, how does it resonate with you and your children? Has anyone had to put it away because it is too frightening for the little ones? Any other interpretations or alternate reads of this classic piece of children’s literature?

Please share with your fellow readers.

Eric Steinman is a freelance writer based in Rhinebeck, N.Y. He regularly writes about food, music, art, architecture and culture and is a regular contributor to Bon Appťtit among other publications.


Teddi F.
Teddi F8 years ago

My children, who were themselves prone to the occasional wild rumpus, *loved* this book. I painted a mural of the wild rumpus on their long bedroom wall, much to the horror of our babysitter who wondered what kind of parent decorates their children's room with monsters! (It should be noted, however, that the babysitter was the only one spooked by the images. The kids loved it!)

Charlotte D.
Charlotte D.8 years ago

I used to like this book when I was a kid! We also had it on tape as a kind of cartoon thing, along with a few other stories (anyone know what the story is where a boy says "I don't care!" to everything his parents say and then gets eaten by a lion??).

I really liked it and never really thought it was too scary. I'll have a copy and read it to my kids one day.

Linda B.
Linda B8 years ago

I have always thought this was a stupid book, and my son, now 8 agrees with me. The illustrations are good, but the story is really boring. We have no intention of seeing the movie, not even for a dollar.

Teresa T.
Teresa T8 years ago

I read this book as a child, and never thought of it as scary. My four kids (now all young adults) also read it and we still have it in the basement. My three granddaughters, aged 3 to 10, all want to go see the movie (or maybe it's their mothers who really want to see it) so it looks like Nana will have to get the book out for them also.

Jacqui Goodison
Jacqui Goodison8 years ago

I think this is an excellent book, haven't seen the movie yet but plan too. However, I did think the book was too scary for little kids who are in the "monster" stage and are more sensitive than others to scary things. I have six kids and it was too "scary" for a couple kids, but not scary for the others. I would NOT want a teacher to read this to a young class because some kids are more scared than others - in fact that teacher should know better. My 20 year old said he really wanted to see the movie - so we'll probably make it a family movie night! (Can't wait to see the classic book turned movie "It's Raining Meatballs" as well! My youngest (9) and I were very excited to see that turned into a movie! Alas, I've always preferred a book version over a movie version.)

Eric Steinman
Eric Steinman8 years ago

Thank you to everyone for bringing a personal dimension to this discussion. You could never underestimate the power of good fiction, even children's fiction.

All the best and thanks again for your comments,

Eric Steinman

Teresa L.
Teresa L.8 years ago

Honestly, I never cared for this book as a kid. And didn't buy it for my kids either. Now they want to see the movie- I said we'll wait to rent it for $1 at a RedBox.

Ralph Joly
Ralph Joly8 years ago

Steinman has written an eloquent review of a book I wasn't aware of before, and I am always happy, serendipity fashion, to venture into a new awareness. Now, both the book and the movie are on my agenda. thank you,Eric!

Chloe S.
Chloe S8 years ago

I love this book I can't wait to see the movie =)

Charity M.
C. M8 years ago

I read this book as a child and read it to my children when they were younger and we were living in Italy for a job. They loved it as I did and actually we found puppets to go with the book as it was such a favorite of theirs. For me, though, as an adult who was extremely lonely in a land where I initially didn't know anyone or speak the language, the phrase towards the end of the book (and I paraphrase)"wanted to be where someone loved him" resonated with me and reminded me of my family overseas.