the hunting of the snark

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

The Broker (far right) In our economically blighted times, when the very mention of Brokers and their fiscal ilk makes even the staunc...

  Melville House is the publisher of my GN version of The Hunting of the Snark , which makes perfect sense when one considers that their ep...

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...

We continue my GN Snark's Dramatis Personae with this week's specimen … the Maker of Bonnets and Hoods, or as he's known to t...

I've been remiss with my Snark blog and I apologize. As penance, I present what I call "Profiles in Nonsense," a series of p...

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...