the hunting of the snark

Another process post for one of the 17 pictures I did for Forrest Leo's novel, The Gentleman … Books about books are always fun...

Instead of the usual Snark blather, I think that a process post would make a nice change. I recently did 17 illustrations for Forrest Leo...

Wipe the smirk from your face, dear reader, stifle the groan in your throat … yes, we are punning today and the punnee is a legal suit an...

The coin of the realm these postlapsarian days seems to be the last and greatest bastion of that very same unblinking faith in the unseen...

 Page 42 of any work of literature will always be redolent of the highest Carrollian vibes imaginable; to wit, the well-known mojo of the...

Too pooped for the usual Snark GN blather today, so I thought it better-than-best to celebrate America's birthday, the Fourth of July,...

If you’ve been assiduously following our graphic novel version of The Hunting of the Snark, you will have noticed a steady accumulation ...

 Melodramatic courtroom scenes are the crack cocaine of modern cinema and television; the average viewer must have a regular dose at cert...

And on the sixth Fit, the Barrister slept. Played here by the notorious Continental steamer, Martin Heidegger, (right Zeit up and left S...

 Well, isn’t this jolly, all of us having our tiffin in this lovely English garden waiting for the sun, and if the sun don't come, w...

 With a nightmarish fanfare of snores and snorts, Fit the Sixth of Lewis Carroll’s cri-de-cœur, AKA The Hunting of the Snark, now heaves ...

 The preternaturally alert reader will instantly recognize the decor of this panel as a quintessentially English bit of inkery lifted who...

 The attentive reader will notice that in this panel, as in the last two panels, we have been undergoing what specialists in this sort of...

 May we conjecture that in this melodramatic passage of verse (redolent of Tennyson’s more sentimental confections) the poet Lewis Carrol...

Dear readers, if Lewis Carroll was alive today, he would never get into print. He would have no comps to be measured against, a shocking e...

 Our Hunting of the Snark resumes its Jubjubian subplot for yet another stanzel; Lewis Carroll regales us here with a spirited descriptio...