Has any picture-book author written about the raw, clenched-teeth fury of childhood as well as Maurice Sendak? Has any anyone ever put so much mystery, beauty, humor, rage, and forgiveness into 300-some words? And has anyone so perfectly articulated the perils (and complex pleasures) of rage and powerlessness and motherly love? There’s a reason generations of parents and children have sailed over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night and back, with Max.