The author’s mastery of his material occasionally falters, in small ways. He renders the social and historical tensions of long-ago Oxford so well, in such compelling fashion, that Wonderland itself occasionally loses its luster...Still, it seems wrong to quibble when presented with such a tasty froth of incident and such a fine, unforced sense of play.
Only hardcore Alice devotees will have the stamina to push through its unevenly paced narrative, and even they may be disappointed by the oddly lifeless denouement. This is a case where an editor really should have said: 'You know what? Let’s lose that last chapter where Darwin just rambles on.'