Hospice (10)

So Maurice Sendak passed away and as David so lovingly put it, his work is already a big formative influence on Hospice.

And Friday, Adam Yauch passed away. These are reminders of what the core of Hospice concerns; death and its timing and the importance of living, not merely existing.

This morning I’ve been listening to the new Richard Hawley album ‘Standing On The Sky’s Edge’ having read about its creation in The Observer. Learning that it was inspired by nature and the passing of one of his friends made me want to hear it and it is wonderful. Shamefully, the first Hawley album I’ve owned, but then I always say art and artists come to us when we need them.

I can already feel that within it are great inspirations for my writing of Hospice. Tonally, atmospherically, lyrically. Even the album cover conveys much of what I want this piece to feel like in terms of colour and perspective.

So a sad week, but one that reminds us of the beauty of life, and the importance of seizing it. Despite the title, and those themes this is not a story of despair, but one of hope and optimism.

A lovely tribute from my graphic novel collaborator


Very, very sad to hear today’s news about the death  of  Maurice Sendak at the age of 83. 

I am a huge admirer of artist who manage create complete worlds just for us. Worlds for us to escape into. Mr Sendak was an artist who did just that.

I have had the same copy of ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ since I was 0 years old. It has been a gigantic influence on my work so far (just look at most of my ‘Freak of The Week’ postings) and absolutely continues to be at the forefront of my own creative output.

In fact, the next few months I have three big projects planned. All of them use ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ as a reference point in their planning notes. My mood boards are filled with those iconic characters from the books (and from the film that was inspired by it). Every meeting I have regarding these projects ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ gets a mention.

Sendak’s other books are great too, ‘In The Night Kitchen’  and ‘Seven Little Monsters’ are obviously classics in their own right. But, ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ will always have a resonating impact on me every time I read it.

Amazing illustrator, amazing writer. Amazing book.


My Thoughts On…Where The Wild Things Are

If I may, I’d like to try and change your mind. 

So few people I know love this movie. No one I know (apart from Roma) loves it like I do (which is Ocean deep) and all the conversations I’ve had revolve around the fact that people find it disjointed, fragmented, ramshackle, loud, weird, strange and with truth delivered in a split second which leads to a confusion.

Like childhood? is my response.

And a look comes over their face that shows they didn’t think of it like that. As PT Anderson’s Punch Drunk Love is the best film ever made (in my opinion of course, like all of this) about falling in love, this is the best film ever made (in my opinion) about childhood. 

And not only that, it contains a truly valuable, fast disappearing lesson. Trust your children, trust they are not idiots and can listen to their feelings and using the lessons you teach them, of fundamental right and wrong, work out the right thing to do. 

Kids are not idiots. They are smarter and more perceptive than we give them credit for.

Max does not understand all that is going on, he gets hints of the truth in snatches as he is mostly alone, through choice and not, and he can’t process it. He runs away where he is confronted by his feelings and his actions and the real world through the cipher of his imagination and he works out the truth for himself. The film moves quickly, in fractures and then slows, and then speeds up again.

You can’t watch it with older eyes, accustomed to a smooth clock, in a life where routines dominate, however small. It’s not like that when we were kids. Events and time are not the same as they are when we get older. 

Spike Jonze captures fear, wonderment, loneliness, learning and realisation perfectly. This is an abrupt and dazzling film with incredible characterisations of the Wild Things, a strong, brattish and scared performance by Max Records as, well, Max. The score by Karen O is fantastic, it’s loud and full of hope and instinct. The film looks gorgeous and it makes me cry.

It makes me cry because the realisation at the end of the film, about the realities of the world, represents beautifully and truthfully and powerfully the end of childhood. The loss of innocence.

Get past the unconventional structure, remember what it was like to be a child, and wonder awaits. Genius is here. 

I freaking love, love, love this film.