Wednesday May 7th Two of them came today dragged me out of my cage & put me in some kind of improvised maze made out of books & old toilet tubes. A labyrinth with no escape. They were treating it like some kind of game laughing & squealing as I desperately scrabbled from blind alley to blind alley but I knew it was no game. Theyre trying to crush my will to grind me down. They can take my freedom but they will never take my soul. My name is Edward & I AM A HAMSTER. Published in memory of Poet Thinker & noted rodent Edward the Hamster (1990-1990) this delightfully gothic hardback edition of his personal journals constitutes a celebration of his (very) short life. Its also very funny (Eight months old today. Oh the things Ive seen. The Wheel. The Tray. The Ball. The Whe- no I forget.). Complete with illustrations of our hard-smoking existential hero this is both a book for anyone who has loved & lost a beloved pet -- & a moving essay on the nature of suffering & the hamster condition.