Although I have only the highest praise for Higglety Pigglety Pop, and Where the Wild Things Are is a classic in the genre, I'm not the world's biggest Sendak fan, and I've never really understood his high place in the pantheon of American children's author/illustrators. There's been a lot of buzz about both him and this book in the library world of late, however, so when the chance came to read it, I made sure to do so.
Even for Sendak, who's made a career out of creating hallucinatory worlds, this is a weird, disjointed book. It's based, more or less, on a brief cartoon that Sendak and Jim Henson did for Sesame Street, but the changes that Sendak has made make the book less sensical and much darker. In the original, Bumble is a human boy, Adeline is his mother, and there's no mention of this being Bumble's first ever party. The kid invites some pigs over (for "wine," not "brine," which you couldn't really say in a kid's story now, but which makes a good deal more sense), they make a mess, and his mom kicks them out. It's still a middling cartoon at best, but it hangs together a lot better.
The epically disturbing prologue, in which it's revealed that Bumble (now a pig himself) has never had a birthday because his parents didn't like fun, and that his parents were subsequently turned into someone's breakfast, feels grafted on and incomplete. The party occupies a huge portion of the book, and is illustrated in a style that looks for all the world like Sendak had been momentarily possessed by the ghost of James Ensor. When aunt Adeline comes back, her enraged threat to turn the party guests into ham now carries decidedly more creepy undertones, especially when viewed in light of the prologue. And where the original short had a thematically unifying idea -- boy is impatient, decides to succumb to the desires of his id, is caught, apologizes, is forgiven -- I'm puzzled as to what exactly the reader is designed to come away from this odd story of a horribly damaged protagonist with.
In some way, it's obviously related to the 2007 death of Sendak's lifelong partner. But Higglety Pigglety Pop was also a book in which Sendak worked through grief -- in that case, the death of his dog -- and though it too had a surreal logic, and left the reader with as many questions as answered, the narrative had a power that Bumble-Ardy lacks.
This isn't at all a book for children, though it'll be shelved that way. That's okay -- I mean, Chris Van Allsburg isn't really a children's writer either, and it's perfectly possible to use the picture book format to write for grown-ups. But it's not a successful book for grown-ups either; it's obvious that the writer was in enormous pain, but the pain isn't channeled and focused into something that can be considered great art. It's a weirdly insular book, and whatever it meant to Sendak is lost before it can get to the reader.
It's getting a lot of good reviews, but I can't help but feel that Sendak's recent tragedies, as well as his status as a sort of elder statesman in American children's literature, are making people want to see the book as better than it is. I can't see it as anything other than a messy, confused footnote, one that's likely to be of more interest to Sendak's future biographers than readers interested in the book itself.