A few years ago, I wrote a book called In the Shadow of the Dreamchild that suggested the famous image of Lewis Carroll as sad and lonely pedo was more myth than fact, the real man being a lot more 'normal' sexually and in most other ways than we'd ever imagined. For some reason this made me a sort of hate-figure for a lot of Carroll aficionados all over the world. His descendents denounced me, the Carroll experts called me unflattering things, a clergyman somewhere demanded my book should be burned, and I got hate mail from a whole subculture of pedophiles for whom Lewis Carroll was the unofficial poster boy.
It wasn't fun. So, since then I've sort of been trying to distance myself from Lewis Carroll. But he's sticky. The 'Myth'of his life even stickier. So, I feel a need to keep coming back and defending the 'revisionist' corner. And, if I'm honest, the evolution and persistence of the Myth continues to interest me personally from the POV of a writer of fiction. I think it raises interesting questions about how we make our realities as individuals and as a culture. Shows us that what we revere as historical truth is often nothing more solid than a series of assumptions, rumours and/or mistakes that we have all made a kind of pact to believe for the sake of convenience or sheer simplicity. So, this page is here. There are links to my various deathless Carroll musings, on this site and elsewhere. KL