by Lewis Carroll
1865
Alice falls asleep on a river bank, goes down a rabbit hole, and it’s
all nonsense from then on. Truly one of the most inventive and
wonderfully, amusingly absurd books in the English language, a delight
to adults as well as bright children. The poems are a high point,
including “You Are Old, Father William” and “’Tis the Voice Of the
Lobster.” Of course, the wordplay (who knew shoes under the sea are
made of soles and eels?) and bizarre characters are what keeps this book
in the collective consciousness. I especially enjoyed the
Kafka-on-Prozac trial of the Knave of Hearts at the end.
[read twice]
five stars
[followed by Through the Looking-Glass]
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