MY CONVERSATION WITH THE MAD HATTER
[to entice you into an Alexander Wainwright CyberSpace Time Travel Story]
ME: Story! Was there ever a TIME BEFORE TIME when stories were never told? Perhaps because the KING or QUEEN forbade it?
MAD HATTER [M.H.] No, of course not! Here we are devoted to story! We always have told and we always will tell stories fit for KINGS and QUEENS! At least in my world, that is the way it’s done. But then, my dear, my reality may be entirely different from yours.
New-fangled things and old-fangled things go up like puffs of smoke. But beware! Those fangles will fix you and ferret you off to a place called CYBERSPACE
ME: CyberSpace? What on earth is that?
M.H. My dear, its a lovely pink and blue, yellow and green bubble floating over the world. Such a delightful sight to see. That is CyberSpace. Perfect for telling a story.
ME: Pardon? I think that’s just silly!
M.H. No point in explaining to outsiders. You simply have to experience it first. Next you’ll complain you don’t want to go among mad people. That’s what that little girl ALICE said last week. I suspect you’re just like her. But you are mad yourself. Now are you ready for your trip?
ME: How do you know I’m mad?
M.H. We’re all mad here. I’m mad. The Queens and the cat are mad. And you must be too or you wouldn’t have come here.
ME: This is nonsense! I don’t want to go into a bubble. Besides, aren’t you, Mr. Hatter, afraid story-telling will die out now that we’re all peering stupidly into our smart screens. After all, we’ve long since put away our quill pens.
M.H. Oh yes, my dear! All put away at last and of course for good. Sealing wax and cabbages and kings. All gone! But still you want a story.
The adventures first! Explanations later. They take such a dreadful time! If you fear such a frightening slide down into the underground, don’t hesitate to stop! Simply do not enter! Turn yourself inside out like carrots and tomatoes on a clear moon night at midnight.
M.H. Then off you go! Frollick in the meadow until you reach the maze. Wait till you hear the band strike up. “Pomp and Circumstance”, I think! Then you march backwards in endless circles until you’ve reached that hallowed place at the centre. Wherever in time and space that might be. You’ll be sure to find a story.
M.H. Then a sudden drop with a loud, laughing bang will whisk you off and down somewhere you’ve never been before. Then look to your left or is it your right to see these men of science dressed in their Someday Best. Wonderful my dears! Now you’re in 1533!
Just the time for the artist, Hans Holbein, to invite you in for tea. The men pictured here are waiting to tell you what is old and new in 1533.
But beware! Although the painter hides creation in his pots of paint, he may charm you just like the cheshire cat with his infamous grin asking you questions which have no answers.AND that, my dears is how its done in the land of CyberSpace. You’ve found your way. You are not lost. You can at last rejoice! And listen to the story.
But look! The calendar for January of the Middle Ages is fading fast. It’s pages begin to curl and toss in the yellow and green breeze.
And all the timeless watches found upon this earth no longer choose to tick or tock since they stopped at half past six. But you must find your own way home, my darling dear.
But in that quavering voice of yours, you say, “What can I do? I’m lost in time and certainly in space.”
Fear not, my friend. This man is here to guide you in your comings and your goings across the CyberSpace. He loves to
hear your story. His name is Alexander Wainwright–the famous painter. Although he exists [officially] only between pages of three novels. he has learned to time travel in CyberSpace and will bring you safely home. Where to go next?
NOTE: Let me introduce, Alexander Wainwright, Britain’s finest visionary landscape artist, and star of the novels in The Trilogy of Remembrance–The Drawing Lesson, The Fate of Pryde and Night Crossing. But he has become restless ever since the completion of the trilogy. He has learned the dark art of time travel in CyberSpace. You can read his many escapades right here on this blog in which he has met famous artists, writers, scientists and yes–a few politicians.
Want to travel with Alex? Somewhere of your own choosing? Just leave him a message in the comment box below. “Alex, take me to Germany to meet Einstein OR to China to meet Dr. Norman Bethune.” Whatever you desire [within limits]. He did decline to try to find the Marquis de Sade somewhere in France.
But perhaps you’re the cautious type. After all, how many great friendships have been ruined by travelling together. After all– you probably don’t know him that well. Of course, the best way of solving that is to read all three novels in The Trilogy of Remembrance–The Drawing Lesson, The Fate of Pryde and Night Crossing. I guarantee that all will be revealed and you will find him a most interesting travel companion.
Want to see some other places he’s been? In this one, he went to St. Petersburg where he’s been in Night Crossing, the third in The Trilogy of Remembrance. Visit Dostoevsky OR visit the painter Edward Hopper.
Alex may just write you a story about such a trip. Come on! It’ll be fun. The world can never have enough stories.
If you would like to see Alexander first, take a look at this video. [You really are cautious] The Trilogy of Remembrance is about Alex, a great landscape artist who, while searching for his muse, finds his humanity.
Mary E. Martin is the author of two trilogies: The Osgoode Trilogy, inspired by her many years of law practice; and The Trilogy of Remembrance, set in the glitter and shadows of the art world. Both Trilogies will elevate the reader from the rush and hectic world of today and spin them into realms of yet unimagined intrigue. Be inspired by the newly released and final installment of The Trilogy of Remembrance, Night Crossing.