Book Journal #44 - The Annotated Alice: The Definitve Edition (Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll Annotated by Martin Gardner)
This book... Jesus... Christ. I haven't read something as equally depraved and clever as this, ever, in my life. This review should not be read by people under 18.
A while ago after I read Rimbaud and enjoying a lot The Third Policeman (I haven't talked about it here since I made a video review instead, but I might transcribe the video for Tumblr down the line) I realized that I love nonsense and that the ilogical is my world, I remembered the Alice in Wonderland movie of 1951 they used to play in Disney Channel when I was a kid, and it dawned upon me that if I wanted to find nonsense I should read Caroll, then naturally, I looked for the best version and Chat GPT recommended me this one, it has the original illustrations and a bunch of notes which I was hoping would clue me not just in the references the book parodies but the wonder mathematical nonsense I was promised of.
The book does that, and it is very good too, I liked it... the thing is that it opens another whole can of worms along with it too!!!! Everything I know about Caroll so far is thanks to the annotations of this edition, (it also shows a bit of how his fandom feels about his works at times!) although naturally all conclusions are mostly mine.
Ahhh, where do I even start? Where do I even start?!?! If you don't know about Lewis Caroll, here is the short version of it... dude had tendencies that, while seem to be mostly platonic, they were still deeply problematic and very reproachable. The annotator gives many interesting details that confirms what you see on the normal text, but in the preface he says "he would be horrified to think there was something sexual about it." I mean maybe, but as to me I don't feel fully absolving him of everything. Him lacking any potential for grooming or abuse doesn't mean his vouyeristic habits weren't awful.
I asked myself a lot how I wanted to see him after reading this book, and the truth is that at the end of the day, I can't see him as nothing more than a villian. A mostly harlmess villian? Yes, a pathetic, sad, poor little villian? Yes, a villian that is beloved by many? Yes, but a villian nevertheless.
I do like separating the art from the artist, in fact, I most always do that, but the thing is that the subject matter that is so awkward to tackle is deeply ingrained with the book's narrative and symbols, there is no way to escape this at all. There is the possibility to escape it on adaptations of it, as I remember with the movie I loved, but not the book at all, these books are first and foremost about The Melancholy of Lewis Caroll. I also have to admit that their grim background and tragic character make the book incredibly more compelling to me, so if there is something that I saw that could interpret with the most eerie, ominious meaning, I did so because I found exploring his deeply sad situation turned into mythology incredibly entertaining and compelling, I wanted to tackle Caroll as a symbol, the soul of a child that grew up and got stuck into an adulthood that made him feel unworthy.
It is not that there is a few symbols, or some deep references, the whole mythology, the whole ethos of Alice in Wonderland, is constructed on the idealization of Alice Lidell and the fear Lewis had of losing his child friend into adulthood. Book 1 Chapter 4, Alice Grows big, the narrator says, and I quote "there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy." Chapter 7, The Mad Hatter says it is always 6 o clock for him, he is stuck, since he had a fight with time. Book 2, Chapter 5, The White Queen says that living backwards in time makes her a little giddy at first. Book Two Chapter 6, Alice says "she can't help growing older" and then Humpty Dumpty says that one perhaps can't, but two can, with proper assistance, stay at seven, at what Alice quickly changes the subject, Book 1 Chapter 11, The Dormouse complains about Alice growing on a ridiculous fashion, saying at the very least he grows at a reasonable pace, in some letters Caroll reveals that the queens are built based on types of mature women he didn't like. The first poem of the first book is about that girl, the final poem of the second book is in acrostic with her name, the changes on size of Book 1, the crown at the end of Book 2, everything is about her, everything. The very poem of Chapter 12, which is treated as a criminal confession, it is clearly, and absolutely surely, a confession of love.
"Don't let him know she liked him best,
A Secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me."
Holy shit. Just... holy shit. You can't make this shit up, you can't possibly make it up at all. The feelings are overflowing from the page into reality, this poem is by far the most palpable, you can practically touch it. When he talks with Alice as a white knight he was hoping to stay as, and when he talks to her as the poor wasp in a wig he was afraid to become, it is incredibly easy to see the insecurities of his heart. The tragedy of Caroll isn't just about an obsession but also the existential dread of the transient nature of identity. If you are a kid but you can't stay a kid forever, what does your sense of self make you? Think about it, has any old person actually identified as such? As a being with one step inside the grave?
The chapter of the poem is called Alice's evidence, it is an evidence of love, and yes surely the characters and story treat it as all if it was a matter of nonsense, they make fun of you for trying to make sense out of a nonsense poem, they try to imply it is not a confession, but the joke is on you! A poem can always be both! It can always be nonsense, and it can always depict deep, true feelings, that is what makes the ending of the first book so eerie and ominous! Like what the fricking hell! We are having a confession of love, from this guy, being discussed by the characters from his own mind. This is a buffet tragicomedy for breakfast.
You know one thing? I do love nonsense, and I do love the world of the illogical and the warped, and I did relate a lot with Caroll's melancholy, him trying to find a friend that can see the joy of little things and games, I deeply related to that, and I like his math riddles and when he got close to suggest metaphysics, metafiction and the like, I found him a true genius, and I felt his deep love for all things whimsy. The book most of the time only suggests those wild things can exist, but with all its satirical goofy package, it makes more than enough for a full effect. It is only when he feels that the only people of his time who could enjoy whimsy where little girls that the calamity of his life strikes in. The first book is a bit too "satire about Victorian era society" to really make you feel free, however it is very fun and deep in irony and wit, then, the second book nonsense is not just lacking most logic but it is also peeks into realms of post rational thought. The thing is that most symbols from this book are all and about his melancholy of unrequited love, but then you remember it is love for a child that things turn macabre. It is amazingly horrifying for a pop culture book.
If it hadn't been for the pictures he took, I would have almost accepted his sadness and all his dreams as something pretty and good, a reminder of the good things in life, the joy of whimsy, I get why he has his fans, the world of riddles and pure folly is the best world there is, but that's not his only lore. He is a villian. Many people say he wasn't, but look where they come from, Lewis Caroll Society, Lewis Caroll scholars, those are probably aren't the most impartial parties there are about the subject, right? So what gives? Don't count with people burning down their muse.
Overall... this is a great book, but I have to say the reasons I like it are probably not the ones many of the fans like it. Do you know why Dracula is so popular? The preface in the book I read said that it was the unspoken understanding among readers of the time that Dracula was about vampirism means to represent with consent, is this book the same? It is so popular not just because of what it shows, but because of what it doesn't show?? If that is the case that... that would make too much sense!!!
In any case, I think these two books are horrifyingly tragic but also charming and whimsical, they are brimming with personality but also dark, sad, unrequited love, they are incredibly upsetting but also insightful and fun. And this series is a pop culture staple, you can't make this stuff up! It's insane! This might be one of most hilariously creepy books I ever read, and Carroll even past his crimes against humanity turns into a deeply relatable villain. Uh... What else? Hmm, maybe there were too many puns and "characters interpreting things literally" as a source of humor, but when it gets slightly mathy, that's when its good. That Jabberwocky poem? Very fun, that reference to the so called De Sitter's model thing where time stands still on a single place? Genius.
I thought about this and I wondered, when have I felt like this with a piece of art before? And the only answer I could come up with was… the album Slow, Deep and Hard by Type O Negative. Wait, I know it's bad, but let me explain.
The reason Alice in Wonderland + Through the Looking Glass are like Slow Deep and Hard aren't because they are both overly sexual (the books aren't, it's different) but because they are an absolute wild mix of morally rotten repressions (Peter wanting to commit murder, Caroll… doing the Caroll thing) and incredibly relatable obsessions (abandonment issues with Peter and fear of being misunderstood by the adult world with Caroll), they are both pieces of art that while the result is so batshit insane, the initial place where the authors come from is deeply relatable, they are intoxicating but also deeply upsetting. I think I want to find more works like this, the whiplash is addicting.
tl;dr: Albeit his works are too ripe for "psycho analysis" to actually represent childhood as a whole, Carroll succeeds in creating distinctive, whimsical dream logic. Beware though, his dream logic accounts for everything, EVERYTHING what it means to dream! Not just baffling pattern recognition or idea processing, but also a hilariously scandalous dread and emotional turmoil from the lands of depression and obsession.
Does... does that make sense? I'm not saying the Freudians are right with this one because that would be stupid, but Caroll is still a villain, and we can't escape that at the end of the day. This book, though, is absolutely raging mad! So fuck it! Its a 10!!!!
All this also made Alvin Row finally click for me, for some reason.