Ballpoint Wren: November 2005

The Very Best of Miss Snark

When Miss Snark mingles with authors in her stilettos, there are no survivors.
If you rearrange the letters in Miss Snark it reveals her credo: "Sans Smirk."
There is no "I" in team. There is one "I" in Miss Snark. You can figure that one out while Miss Snark feeds another set of edible panties to Killer Yapp.
Miss Snark's Killer Yapp is the reason why Michiko Kakutani is reclusive.
Miss Snark can outsnob the snobs but don't you dare touch her latest issue of New York.
When Miss Snark goes to donate blood, she brings at least one partial to read.
When Miss Snark sips from her gin pail, she doesn't get tipsy. The gin gets Snarky instead.
Miss Snark is the long lost love child of Joyce Maynard and JD Salinger.
When Miss Snark was dancing on the heads of bald vice presidents, she wasn't clawing her way to the top; she was reaching for George Clooney.