Automated Alice, Jeff Noon

“In the last years of his life, the fantasist, Lewis Carroll, wrote a third Alice book. This mysterious work was never published or even shown to anybody. It has only recently been discovered. Now, at last, the world can read of Automated Alice and her fabulous adventures in the future. That's not quite true. "Automated Alice" was in reality written by Zenith O'Clock, the writer of wrongs. In the book, he sends Alice through a clock's workings. She travels through time, tumbling from the Victorian age to land in 1998, in Manchester, a small town in the North of England. Oh dear, that's not at all right. This trequel to "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass" was actually written by Jeff Noon. Zenith O'Clock is only a character invented by Jeff Noon and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. What Alice encounters in the automated future is mostly accidental too...a series of misadventures, even weirder than your dreams."

It’s sounds bizarre… and it is. Alice Liddle of Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass is back. Whether you choose to believe Lewis Carroll was a reputedly paedophilic pervert or not, you can’t deny that his literature for children is original, vivid, some may say unsurpassed. Or is it? Jeff Noon’s giving him a run for his money, that much I know. Only this time Alice finds herself in a world of automated horses and whacky technology.

It’s the future, 1996 to be precise*, and Alice finds herself trapped in a termite mound after chasing a parrot into a grandfather clock. Sounding familiar? She soon finds herself in a psychedelic Manchester that isn’t quite like the one she left behind. She has until two o’clock to get back to 18— for her writing lesson; but first she must catch Aunt Ermintrude’s pesky parrot and find all of her missing jigsaw pieces, which isn’t easy when she’s the prime suspect in a string of grizzly murders that seem to crop up wherever she goes. On top of which there are speeding horseless carriages stampeding along every road, she hasn’t done her homework and she has no idea which direction Dewsbury is in. Luckily her doll, Celia, is on hand to give her a leg up.

Noon effortlessly captures Carroll’s style in this quirky trequal to the original classics. Unlike Carroll, however, Noon takes a slightly more menacing approach to recreating Alice’s tale of adventure: the encounter with a doped-up snail can easily be associated with the caterpillar in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland; however unlike the hookah smoking caterpillar this snail invites Alice to pop a “wurm”, which takes her on a trip she’ll certainly never forget. It is a tongue-in-cheek, absurdist romp, sometimes slipping from wry wit to sheer silliness in the form of completely pointless and juvenile toilet humour, which knocked it right down in my estimations. These lapses diminished the poignancy of the more satirical moments, of which there are plenty, and devalue the sheer aptitude of the puns, riddles and rhymes.

That said, it’s an easy, fun read, intelligently devised and with authentic pictures in true Alice in Wonderland stylee, often with discreet references to Noon’s other books tucked away in the milieu. A worth while venture for Carroll and Noon fans alike.

* OK, it’s the future for a Victorian character