It’s international women’s day, and I have just finished reading the complete works of Lewis Carroll. This Bible-like tome had been on my shelves for many years. Don’t worry: I also read works by women. But being an admirer of Alice in Wonderland, it was high time that I became familiar with the other novels, stories, poetry and popular articles of its author. Now, how suitable are his works for women’s day? Do they make any contribution?
Lewis Carroll did not completely escape the misogyny of his era. In his many stories and magazine articles there are a few snide remarks that echo his era’s prejudices. What to think, for instance, of his advice about letter writing:
don’t try to have the last word! […] N.B.—If you are a gentleman, and your friend a lady, this Rule is superfluous: you wo’n’t get the last word!
[Carroll loved to emphasise words typographically.]
Another example is the short story ‘The Blank Cheque’, which you can read for yourself if you like (first editions of this fable are sold online for 750 US dollars. That may not be quite what it’s worth).
Yet his great work itself, Alice in Wonderland, is quite memorable for containing a wide variety of female characters, among whom some of the most formidable in the book – the Queen, the Duchess, the Cook – as well as some of the more sympathetic characters – Alice herself, her cat Dinah, the Pigeon protecting her young against serpents, as well as the absent Mary Ann, the White Rabbit’s housemaid. They don’t quite make up half the cast, but they certainly do better for themselves than most picture books and children’s books.
The same goes for Carroll’s lesser-known novel Sylvie and Bruno. The second volume, published in 1893 but decades in the making, contains an interesting chapter in this regard. It is called ‘Jabbering and Jam’, and the scene takes place at an English dinner-party of eighteen distinguished eaters. After a dinner filled with banter and philosophical discussion, the women leave the table and the men ‘[c]lose up the ranks’ for their port.
This gender separation was very common. Nineteenth-century British society was to a large degree organised along homosocial lines: men consorting with men, women with women. Men conducted much of their life, business and leisure with only other men, and ditto for women. This is frequently remarked upon in the context of Jane Austen’s novels: the fact that they are all about social interaction among women is supposedly because she did simply not know how interaction amongst men proceeded. (Novels about the social interactions among men generally invite less explaining.)
Carroll knew very well what men did. But what does he make of it?
As soon as the ladies at the party in Sylvie and Bruno have left the table, one man pronounces:
“They are charming, no doubt! Charming, but very frivolous. They drag us down, so to speak, to a lower level. They——”
“Do not all pronouns require antecedent nouns?” the Earl gently enquired.
“Pardon me,” said the pompous man, with lofty condescension. “I had overlooked the noun. The ladies. We regret their absence. Yet we console ourselves. Thought is free. With them, we are limited to trivial topics[.]
Carroll here caricatures the high notion some of his fellow males had of themselves. The man continues:
With them, we are limited to trivial topics—Art, Literature, Politics, and so forth. One can bear to discuss such paltry matters with a lady. But no man, in his senses—” (he looked sternly round the table, as if defying contradiction) “—ever yet discussed WINE with a lady!” He sipped his glass of port, leaned back in his chair, and slowly raised it up to his eye, so as to look through it at the lamp. “The vintage, my Lord?” he enquired, glancing at his host.
The Earl named the date.
“So I had supposed.[”]
Apart from caricaturing self-importance and pretense, Carroll also seems to enjoy himself showing the triviality of some of the all-male conversations he had experienced. He does so by parodying a discussion about the intricate modulations, tones and flavours of wine by a bunch or self-appointed experts – themselves, least of all, understanding what they are on about. In order to make absolutely certain the reader understands his intentions, Carroll replaces wine with jam: a substance just as recognisable to his Victorian audience as wine, but one that would not be mistaken for a serious theme, in a culture that did not pay much interest to the creations of women. So we are now witnessing a heated debate about jam:
[Another man,] quite hoarse with excitement, broke into the dialogue. “It’s too important a question to be settled by Amateurs! I can give you the views of a Professional—perhaps the most experienced jam-taster now living. Why, I’ve known him fix the age of strawberry-jam, to a day—and we all know what a difficult jam it is to give a date to—on a single tasting! Well, I put to him the very question you are discussing. His words were ‘cherry-jam is best, for mere chiaroscuro of flavour: raspberry-jam lends itself best to those resolved discords that linger so lovingly on the tongue: but, for rapturous utterness of saccharine perfection, it’s apricot-jam first and the rest nowhere!’[”]
After two pages of this wonderful dribble, the desperate host intervenes:
“Let us join the ladies!”
Never mind that this was not Carroll’s best work and that he has the narrator somewhat superfluously add:
“A strange dream!” […] “Grown men discussing, as seriously as if they were matters of life and death, [such] hopelessly trivial details […] What a humiliating spectacle such a discussion would be in waking life!”
The point is that Carroll has us strongly doubt the pleasures of Victorian all-male company, even though one would have thought these to have been mightily valued in the country where he lived, with its boys’ schools, its universities, its army, its parliament, its banks, its offices… that is, mostly all of the elite’s self-chosen company outside the family. Carroll himself never married and was employed at the still all-male university of Oxford. In this chapter, however, he mocks this men’s world. It strongly suggests that he preferred mixed company, for its perceived power to stem his fellow country-men’s tendencies towards self-importance and triviality. The rest of his oeuvre only strengthens this impression.
It looks like Carroll certainly participated in the feminist thinking that was happening all around him in the late nineteenth century. He did so in a somewhat hesitant manner, perhaps, but nevertheless more than I had expected. Late-nineteenth-century feminism has gained most fame for winning women more educational and political participation. But women’s cultural and intellectual participation were also on the agenda. Carroll’s contribution reaches us from the other side: he gave the feminist cause further ammunition by undermining the self-evidence of interesting male chatter.
Is this what a feminist looks like?