Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (Penguin) - Lewis Carroll [40]
Tenniel’s image of Alice feeling her way through the solid reflective surface of the looking-glass into the world of dizzying instabilities and grotesque metamorphoses beyond is a beautiful instance of his art at its most expressively attuned to Carroll’s text. It can also stand as an expressive emblem of the illustrator’s contribution to Alice’s books of ‘pictures and conversations’.
Notes
1 20 December 1863, Letters, vol 1, p. 62.
2 Diaries, vol 1, p. 210.
3 Diaries, vol 1, p. 275.
4 Quoted in Anne Clark, Lewis Carroll: A Biography, London, 1979, p. 169.
5 On this, see Edward Hodnett, Image and Text, Studies in the Illustration of English Literature, Aldershot, 1986. For a fuller account of the collaboration between Carroll and Tenniel, see Rodney Engen, Sir John Tenniel: Alice’s White Knight, Aldershot, 1991.
6 For a detailed account of this, see Forrest Reid, Illustrators of the Sixties, London, 1928, and Percy Muir, Victorian Illustrated Books, London, 1991.
7 For further details of Carroll and contemporary artistic taste, see Jeffrey Stern, ‘Lewis Carroll and the Pre-Raphaelites’, in Lewis Carroll Observed, ed. Edward Guiliano, New York, 1976.
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
ALICE’S ADVENTUEES IN WONDEELAND
BY
LEWIS CARROLL
WITH FORTY–TWO ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOHN TENNIEL
EIGHTY–SEVENTH THOUSAND
PRICE SIX SHILLINGS
All in the golden afternoon1
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict “to begin it”:
In gentler tones Secunda hopes
“There will be nonsense in it!”
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream–child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast—
And half believe it true.
And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy