Little Miss Liddell
The strange case of Dr. Dodgson and Mr. Carroll.
Apr 4, 2011, Vol. 16, No. 28 • By JOSEPH BOTTUM
The Alice Behind Wonderland
Time & Life Pictures / getty Images
by Simon Winchester
Oxford, 128 pp., $16.95L
Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) was a pedophile, by the standards of today. Of course, by the standards of today, no parent would have knowingly allowed him to take that famous photograph of the 7-year-old Alice Liddell—the one of her dressed in ragamuffin clothes, posed against the garden wall, a too-old look of allure in her eye, and her nipple exposed through the drop-shouldered dress. The picture is a pedophile’s dream, a pervert’s fantasy of a child who understands and would welcome a grown man’s sexual advances, and if the 26-year-old Carroll had taken it in the summer of 2008 instead of 1858, he might well have ended up in jail.
So what are we to make of the fact that, in a High Victorian summer, and for years afterward, no one seemed particularly to mind? Either such indifference indicts the 19th century, or it indicts the 21st; with regard to sexuality, either the Victorians were a sick, sick people, or we are.
“Alice Liddell as The Beggar Maid”—as the picture is carefully labeled in Carroll’s display album—is one of nearly 3,000 photographs he took through the 1850s and ’60s before abandoning his interest in the new technology. Now, in The Alice Behind Wonderland, the popular writer Simon Winchester takes the picture as a starting point for accounts of photographic history, Oxford University, book publishing, and the progression by which a shy, half-deaf mathematician named Charles Dodgson became, under his pen name of Lewis Carroll, the most famous children’s author in the world—to say nothing of Winchester’s forays into Muscular Christianity, the headmasters of Rugby School, Anglican theology, and the grown Alice’s romance with Prince Leopold, Queen Victoria’s youngest son.
In fact, The Alice Behind Wonderland covers nearly every subject that might be prompted by reflecting on that famous picture of little Alice—everything, that is, except the real question of sexuality. Even at barely over a hundred pages, the book feels padded. Yes, it’s good to be reminded that the child was acting out Tennyson’s wildly popular poem “The Beggar Maid” (1842)—Barefooted came the beggar maid / Before the king Cophetua—but no, it’s not really necessary to be informed that “Charles Dodgson had ordered his camera in London, at a shop named Ottewill & Company, at 24 Charlotte Terrace, off the Caledonian Road in Islington.”
Perhaps Winchester had to bulk up his text with such things because he refused to examine, in any serious way, what the photograph means for our understanding of the Victorians, and what it means for our understanding of ourselves. The Alice Behind Wonderland practices a curious bait-and-switch: The first chapter opens with an extended description of the room in which Dodgson’s photograph album is stored (the American financier Morris Parrish’s Victorian study, re-created within Princeton University’s Firestone Library), but it turns quickly enough to the beggar-maid picture—which Winchester describes in openly sexualized terms: The girl’s slender legs, her tiny feet, her left nipple, the shift folded and tucked, all ardently photographed.
And immediately thereafter, the book runs away to “Daresbury, in Cheshire, where Dodgson had been born on January 27, 1832,” never really to find its way back from that rabbit hole. Throughout The Alice Behind Wonderland, Winchester assumes that the children’s author engaged in no sexual activity with, or even possessed a prurient interest in, the children he photographed and took on long boating picnics and wrote about. All of which may well be true. But surely it deserves some open evaluation—particularly in a book so titillated by the photograph it uses as its launching pad?
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