Claiming to be Lewis Carroll’s ‘third and final book’, this is of course, nothing of the kind. The author himself says here:
…this book is “metafictional”, a fiction about a fiction presented as fact. Carroll’s name is attached to it because the conceit is that it is a “discovered” first draft written at the end of his life. It was written as a homage to the Alice books, and as a sort of psychological portrait of Carroll (albeit not a “photo realistic” portrait; sick to death of him being portrayed as a drug fiend or a paedophile, I sought to look at his religious beliefs as the fuel for his creative energy.) I love the Alice books, and having read some brilliant continuations of her adventures, I hoped to write something that would be as much as a tribute as other (more talented) writers before me have written.