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Yes, there is one and I am fortunate enough to have a copy of it at home. I get back to it every time I feel I am getting a bit *too serious*. It's done in the style of a black-and-white detective story and it deals not only with The WL, but with the whole sophisticated literary world of the ' 20s, Pound and Virginia W included. And of course there is an all too famous parody that James Joyce had sent to Harriet Shaw Weaver from France in May 1925: Rouen is the rainiest place getting Inside all impermeables, wetting Damp marrow in drenched bones. Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans Our inn at Niort was the grape of Burgundy But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy And we left it in a hurgundy. (Hurry up, Joyce, it’s time!) I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux So many! I had not thought the earth contained so many (Hurry up, Joyce, it’s time!) Mr Anthologos, the local gardener, Greycapped, with politeness full of cunning Has made wine these fifty years And told me in his southern French Le petit vin is the surest drink to buy For 'tis bad Vous ne l'avez pas paye (Hurry up, hurry up, now, now, now!) But we shall have great times, When we return to Clinic, that waste land O Esculapios! (Shan’t we? Shan’t we? Shan’t we?) Cheers, TK > >====================================================== > >There's a Chandler-like parody of The Waste Land done > >in cartoon style. It's really quite a masterfl piece of work. > >Forget the title off hand. > > > > Indeed, it is. > > The Waste Land, by Martin Rowson (writer and illustrator), Edward > Burlingame/Harper & Row, 1990. >