Hey, it's Michael Foreman!
I had an amazing time last night at Simpsons on the Strand, for the launch of a book by two British titans, Michael Morpurgo and Michael Foreman. I've always admired Foreman's work and I recently read my first Morpurgo when it was loaned to me by my ten-year-old friend, Chloe, who thought I would like it. (Chloe gave me a little packet full of drawings of all her favourite characters to give to Morpurgo when I met him.) Just as exciting, I met Judith Kerr, who wrote one of the earliest books I can remember reading and loving, Mog the Forgetful Cat. And I also got to talk with Jacqueline Wilson and couldn't help but thinking of a competition entered by thousands of girls just so they could spend a lunch in conversation with their hero. (I didn't have to do anything to talk with her, so I almost felt a little guilty!) She asked what I did and amazingly, perked up when I mentioned my comic strip Vern and Lettuce, which she knew and liked. Which was very exciting, as she is rather fabulous. She's been unwell for several months and was out having a glass of champagne against doctor's orders to support her friends, but I thought she looked more fit and lively than anyone else in the room. I also spoke with her friend Damian Kelleher, whom I first met at the DFC launch, and I look forward to reading his upcoming book, Life, Interrupted.
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Woodrow Phoenix just sent me this fascinating New York Times link to an article about Maurice Sendak. He's one of my top illustrating heroes, and it makes me sad to know he's so grief-stricken in his old age. I like to think of him as happily enjoying his last few years, surrounded by people and animals he loves, but since much of his work has been fuelled by illness or unease or revulsion, I guess I wouldn't expect him to be living some soft-focus fantasy retirement. But if there was any chance I could send him a meaningful message of deep affection and good wishes, I would.