Morton N. Cohen (1921–2017)

This book is almost as hard to classify as a Lewis Carroll story.

If you are a Lewis Carroll scholar, you need this book. It includes most of his surviving letters to MacMillan, his publisher, as well as detailed documents explaining what the letters mean (e.g. when Dodgson refers to a book by someone else, it documents what that book is). As a work of scholarship, it's excellent.

But, ouch, it's hard to read. The letters show Dodgson at his irascible, bigoted, hyper-perfectionist, hair-trigger worst. No fault is too small to draw a demand for satisfaction; no minor lack of clarity too trivial to draw a censure; no forgotten point too unimportant to be left unrepeated. I'm amazed MacMillan put up with these constant harangues, no matter how many thousands of books Dodgson sold. I would certainly have told him to go hang.

And that wasn't even the limit of Dodgson's requests. He asked MacMillan to handle parts of his correspondence, to do his research, even -- on many occasions -- to get his theatre tickets.

Those of you looking for evidence of his obsessions with little girls won't find it here (except that he buys some of those theatre tickets for them). Those looking for his whimsy will find even less -- I'm not sure I recall a humorous line in the entire book. All there is here is crankiness. If you want a crank, by all means, read this book. As for me, I plowed through it only for the sake of research into Dodgson's life. It took me months. It's that vicious. It's hard even to rate the book, because the contents and the annotations are so different. Give the editors five stars for their research and all they've done to enlighten the readers. As for Dodgson, I'd be tempted to give him a boot in the pants.… (meer)

Who needs the Internet when this book is available?

I'm almost serious. If you want testimony about Charles Dodgson (Lewis Caroll) from his friends and colleagues, it's all here. Every significant source I can remember seeing quoted in any other text, other than of course his diaries and letters.

To be sure, not every page of every important life is included; there are only small sections of Isa Bowman's life of her friend, and Ethel Hatch's book of Letters has biographical material that isn't found here, and there are a few other odds and ends. But they are few, and generally less revealing. This is a relatively thin book, but then, Charles Dodgson never really opened himself up to others. We have very little knowledge of how he thought; we only know how he acted. And that is all in here.

The only reasons I didn't give this book five stars are that, first, Morton Cohen usually lists the authors of the various excerpts under the names they used when they published, or in later life (so, e.g., Enid Stevens, the very last of Dodgson's important child-friends, is listed as "Enid Shawyer" -- her married name but not one that will be familiar from the Dodgson biographies; Gertrude Chataway, his most significant friend after Alice Liddell, is "Gertrude Atkinson"; the only exception, and it partial, is that Alice herself is "Alice (Liddell) Hargreaves"). Second, I don't think the selections are given quite enough context; you need to consult a good biography before you can fully appreciate this book. But it is a collection that every student of Dodgson requires.

It won't replace a biography, or the collection of letters that Cohen himself edited, or Dodgson's diaries. But, along with the diaries and the letters and perhaps a volume on Dodgson's photography, this is one of the small shelf of necessary books that truly give insight into the strange, insecure, shy, badly misunderstood man who gave us Alice in Wonderland.… (meer)

Great authors invite great speculations. Consider how many people insist that someone other than Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare's plays!

Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) invites another type of speculation, and a much darker sort. Knowing how much time he devoted to being with young girls, the tendency is to see him as some sort of monster.

The counter-arguments are two. One is the stories told by the young girls themselves, almost all of whom praised him; many of them, indeed, told of the moral lessons he taught. The other counter-argument is the artifacts Dodgson left behind -- not just his writings, but his library and his gadgets and his letters. These show a man who indeed lived for children -- but who seems to have seen them not in sexual terms in the true sense of a romantic: As people to serve, to be truthful with, to teach, and to learn from.

This book catalogs one of the largest exhibits of Dodgson artifacts ever assembled, shown at the Pierpont Morgan library in 1982 (the hundred and fiftieth anniversary of Dodgson's birth). As such, it isn't a spectacularly exciting read, although there are a few interesting chapters at the beginning. But there is much to be learned. That Dodgson received his copy of The Book of Common Prayer at age seven. That he was given a Bible at thirteen, and apparently continued to use that (out-of-date) translation rather than adopt the English Revised Version that was so much superior. That he wrote letters with all sorts of tricks -- mirror writing, codes, and more.

This book is no replacement for a biography -- indeed, Cohen wrote a biography of Dodgson which is much fuller and more interesting. But if you've read three or four biographies (say, those of Cohen, Woolf, Clark, and Stoffel), then this would be an interesting addition to your collection.… (meer)