This picture book is a work of genius.
It's savage and strange and full of monsters with big triangular teeth.
(Maurice Sendak based the monsters on his aunts and uncles. Being able to base monsters on your relations is possibly the best thing there is about being a writer.)
The cross-hatched illustrations are energetic and angry and full of fierceness and joy, and the text is sinewy and poetic and both full of mischief, and bursting with the frustration of being very young.
'Let the wild rumpus start!' orders Max.*
Oh, and who wouldn't be the better for the occasional wild rumpus?
Word To Use Today: rumpus. This wonderful word has been around since the 1700s, but unfortunately no one knows from where it came. The Oxford English Dictionary says probably a fanciful formation - which means that probably someone made it up because they liked the sound of it.
I'd tend to finger someone's aunt, myself.
*But do see the comments, below, to see How I Messed Up Big Time. Ah well!