Monday, March 23, 2020

Keep Calm and Carry On Snark Hunting


It's been a bit of a hiatus since my last posting, but in light of the current situation, I think it's time to resume my commentary upon my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark (available from Melville House, click on cover icon to the right) … when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro, as both Hunter Thompson and Lewis Carroll knew all too well!

A strange brew: a pastoral melancholy of the gods resurgent, a fĂȘte galant of the ancien regime, the reveries of Lewis Carroll and an obscure illustrator.

The Fellowship of the Snark has succumbed to the most delicious ennui, the most languid douceur possible … it is impossible, amidst the heady scent of perfumed bowers and amorous glances, to even speak that hateful word Boojum … far easier for the Boots to nibble on his ladylove’s niobic neck, far easier for the Butcher to lead the gallant company of andromachean mannequins and embryonic homunculi down the verdant lawn towards the wondrous, gilded barge whose pilot, the Bellman, will steer them to the sanctuary of Cythera, that isle of enchantment where all things distasteful softly and suddenly abrade away into their constituent semioglyphs …

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