Monday, 13 June 2011

an odd boy : alice in wonderland

alice in wonderland
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead, / And the White Knight is talking backwards and the Red Queen’s: “Off with her head!” Grace Slick—Jefferson Airplane—White Rabbit—Surrealistic Pillow—1967

Scent of wild strawberries. Grasshoppers performing arpeggios on the unripened wheat-husks of their legs. Sunflowers gazing down with undisguised curiosity in an acre of garden emboldened by handsome chestnut trees. Alice and I played there all day in the Summers. It was almost as much my home as hers. My father didn’t mind me being away for unusual stretches of time – as I wouldn’t be making a nuisance of myself in his vicinity.

Alice and I would often wander in Weyflood Woods. There was a small meadow a short walk through the trees across the River Weyflood. We imagined no one else knew that it was there. The Weyflood is called a river but it’s no more than a stream. We could jump it with ease at the age of 5. We’d sit in our mystery meadow wordlessly observing butterflies. There were an inordinate number of butterflies in the late 1950s: red admirals, purple emperors, green hairstreaks, peacocks, tortoiseshells, green fritillaries, painted ladies, cabbage whites, brimstones, meadow browns, swallowtails, small heaths, Adonis blues, and all kinds of skippers. An extravaganza surpassing the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album sleeve. We felt it cruel to try to catch them as they were too easily damaged. We found, if we sat still—and if we were absolutely quiet—they’d come near and flitter around us.

Volume 1 of an odd boy by Doc Togden will be published by Aro Books worldwide in 2011

Excerpts can be read on Doc Togden's Facebook fanpage


  1. I've read bits and pieces of this book already and am DYING to get the real things in my hands. The author is an incredible writer of narratives who is able to write scenes so vivid a blind man could see them. The experience he has of the arts as a driving force in life breathes life back into an area of life that for some might seem pretentious or even irrelevant. Instead, on a visceral level, the author seems to experience the arts as a core expression of every moment. What an amazing point of view! Come on, now, get this thing published so I can read the rest!

  2. Thank you for your kind comment. We're nearly there. We've had another proof copy through and we just need to make a small adjustment to the cover. Then we're good to go.

  3. I'm so excited that this book is finally out. I've been reading wonderful excerpts on Facebook of it for months. Yea!

  4. Now we're just waiting for the next proof copy and the author's approval.