| “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversation?” |
So begins Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), a book born out of a summer storytelling session on the Thames. The opening stanza sets the tone: playfulness, dreaminess, and the idea of tales spun for children, which these were. Lewis Carroll, whose real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832-1898), was a Mathematics lecturer and Oxford University. There he wrote both of Alice's adventures for the children of the Christ Church’s Dean. unsurprisingly, Carroll was also fond of puzzles, chess, riddles, jokes, and codes.
A Dreamlike Descent
The story begins with Alice, bored beside her sister, dismissing a book “without pictures or conversation.” Then: the White Rabbit, waistcoat and pocket-watch in tow, running late. Alice follows him down a rabbit-hole into the dreamscape below. Here she grows and shrinks by eating and drinking enchanted food, floods a room with her tears, and swims with a menagerie of creatures who try to “dry off” by reciting the driest thing they know—the history of William the Conqueror. Carroll delights in absurdity and parody: the logic of children’s play stitched into nonsensical scenes.
A Dreamlike Descent
The story begins with Alice, bored beside her sister, dismissing a book “without pictures or conversation.” Then: the White Rabbit, waistcoat and pocket-watch in tow, running late. Alice follows him down a rabbit-hole into the dreamscape below. Here she grows and shrinks by eating and drinking enchanted food, floods a room with her tears, and swims with a menagerie of creatures who try to “dry off” by reciting the driest thing they know—the history of William the Conqueror. Carroll delights in absurdity and parody: the logic of children’s play stitched into nonsensical scenes.
In Wonderland
Soon Alice comes to the hookah-smoking Caterpillar, who puzzles her with questions of identity, and the Cheshire Cat, who famously declares: “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” At the Mad Hatter’s tea party, time itself has been broken: it is always six o’clock, always teatime, a parody of both pleasure and monotony.
Later, Alice enters the garden of the Queen of Hearts, where soldiers are playing cards and gardeners paint white roses red to cover a mistake. The Queen constantly shouts “Off with her head!”, but the King quietly tempers her fury. Croquet is played with live hedgehogs and flamingos. The absurdity builds until Alice is called to witness in a nonsensical trial over stolen tarts.
Waking Up
The novel ends gently, with Alice’s sister imagining a grown-up Alice who keeps the “simple and loving heart of her childhood,” retelling the dream of Wonderland to future children. Carroll himself echoes this in his Easter letter, blessing the joy of “happy summer days.”
Overall
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is witty, imaginative, and strange. Yet, for all its puzzles and parodies, the randomness can feel frustrating and foggy, its riddles without answers. It is cleverer than it is moving. I found the sequel, Through the Looking Glass, much stronger, granted as an adult. [JG]
Soon Alice comes to the hookah-smoking Caterpillar, who puzzles her with questions of identity, and the Cheshire Cat, who famously declares: “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” At the Mad Hatter’s tea party, time itself has been broken: it is always six o’clock, always teatime, a parody of both pleasure and monotony.
Later, Alice enters the garden of the Queen of Hearts, where soldiers are playing cards and gardeners paint white roses red to cover a mistake. The Queen constantly shouts “Off with her head!”, but the King quietly tempers her fury. Croquet is played with live hedgehogs and flamingos. The absurdity builds until Alice is called to witness in a nonsensical trial over stolen tarts.
Waking Up
The novel ends gently, with Alice’s sister imagining a grown-up Alice who keeps the “simple and loving heart of her childhood,” retelling the dream of Wonderland to future children. Carroll himself echoes this in his Easter letter, blessing the joy of “happy summer days.”
Overall
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is witty, imaginative, and strange. Yet, for all its puzzles and parodies, the randomness can feel frustrating and foggy, its riddles without answers. It is cleverer than it is moving. I found the sequel, Through the Looking Glass, much stronger, granted as an adult. [JG]
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