the hunting of the snark

The Admirable Mister Carroll would have his little surprises for The Hunting of the Snark certainly seems nothing but surprises. Of course,...

Cry havoc and let slip the hunters of Snark! Eschewing your petty considerations of "written texts" and "logic" we slide...

For the past few weeks, we have been dishing up the dirt on each of the ten members of the Fellowship of the Snark. This week’s dish is the ...

We continue our on-going exposé of the Fellowship of the Snark with the Banker … … a Banker, engaged at enormous expense, Had the whole of t...

This week’s episode of The Hunting of the Snark is pleased to present you with Contestant Number Six, the Billiard-Marker! When the Billiar...

In our economically blighted times, when the very mention of Brokers and their fiscal ilk makes even the staunchest of capitalists wobble so...

The Encyclopedia Snarkiana defines a Barrister as someone who tries to appeal to the Beaver’s pride, vainly citing a number of cases in whi...

I must beg the reader's indulgence for the worse-than-usual blathering of this posting; my head is addled by a strong cold and gales of ...

We continue with our introduction and explication of the Snark's Dramatis Personae with this week's specimen … the Maker of Bonnets...

I'm very pleased to announce that Melville House is publishing my comixed version of Lewis Carroll's The Hunting of the Snark in t...

In honor of nothing in particular, we'll devote this week's posting to an in-depth look at the Bellman (as shown above), the presidi...

In the cozy world of dreams, Nonsense and Lewis Carroll in general, the common house cat is most usually found curled up in the warmest spo...

To those of you who are wondering what this perturbing image from the Dreambook of Mister Pyridine might have to do with Lewis Carroll'...

The above page from the Dream Book of Mister Pyridine perfectly illustrates the fallacy of assuming that there nothing going on here, noth...

Last night I dreamt of Africa, my natal land … upon awaking, I hastily referred to my dog-eared copy of The Dreambook of Mister Pyridine. A...

After last week's completely unprovoked and shameless casting of aspersions upon the English, for which the management apologizes (a fre...