Mike Jones
Post #1623 – 20030409
April 9, 2003
Was the Snark Theater named after the Snark in Lewis Carroll, or after Jack London’s yacht (which was named after the Snark in Lewis Carroll)?
Daniel replies:
No, nor after the Snark Theater in San Francisco, which was, (I dimly recall), a nickelodeon or early movie house, (owned by Jack London's brother?), nor after the slang expression, ""snarky,"" meaning feisty or pugnacious, (or, having a sharp beak or nose, pointed like a pencil), anyway, not directly. It was an adaptation of ""Clark Theater,"" the real-life entity after which it was modeled. Some kind contemporary sent me a few of the little mimeographed monthly schedules for the Clark, which were set up like calendars, and had a one or two line synopsis, sometimes a rhyming couplet, for each day's show. The very first essay I ever did on NPR was about the Clark, so it's bound to be in Hoboken Fish and Chicago Whistle. Because of the limitations of the form, it doesn't cover everything. I keep waiting for someone to do a long article about the Clark, telling about the seething, yeasty microcosm the main part of the house was. (What the Little Gal-ery, the women-only balcony was like, I can only surmise from the noises we heard below. At times, it sounded even more seething and yeasty). I want the writer of the article to deal with the many bizarre and distinctive regulars one would see there, most having a regular hour out of the 23.5 it was open during which they would attend. For several summers, I Clarked out nightly--and during high school, I Clarked at least once every week or two during the school term--and so I saw some hundreds of double-bills representing so many of the good, or cultishly bad, movies from four continents. The Clark had a suggestion box into which you could put the name of any movie ever made, and they would usually find it, and schedule it, mailing you a free ticket for the day of performance--also a free ticket on your birthday. If I had to choose one experience--The Clark Theater, or Bard College--to be expunged from my memory, I'd have to admit I could have gotten along better without Bard.