Now I'd just like to point out that Jeff Noon is an astonishingly talented writer; his first two books, "Vurt" and the slightly more accessable "Pollen" both display a phenominal imagination which is admirably transferred to paper by Noon's considerable writing abilities. I know that sounds like hyperbole, but believe me: Jeff Noon has Talent.
...not that you would be able to tell from "Automated Alice". In this book, Lewis Carroll's Alice visits the English city of Manchester where she climbs inside an old granfather clock and finds herself swept away into the future, where animal people are being mysteriously "jigsaw murdered". Now this doesn't sound too bad - an Alice book with an adult bent - but Noon's writing style makes the whole thing a struggle. His Alice, for example, makes fatuous comments constantly, whether they are amusing or not. At least a fifth of the book is taken up by pointless and unfunny word-games that even Carroll would have avoided. Granted, there was a fair bit of silly word play in Carroll's books but he knew where to draw the line; Noon crosses it so far that he's just a speck of dust on the horizon.
In fact, aside from the protagonist and - good grief! - a scientific explanation for the Cheshire Cat's invisibility, there really is very little connection between Carroll's books and this one. The dreamlike quality of Wonderland and Looking-Glass, with their ever-shifting locations and nonsensical conversations, are replaced with a join-the-dots "plot" and some indecipherable bumph involving Lewis Carroll himself.
The whole book is nothing more than one huge pet project for Noon (tellingly, he appears in the book under the pseudonym Zenith O'Clock - High Noon, see? - and whines about how nobody liked his first two books) and like most pet projects should not have left the author's mind.
Still, the illustrations and cover are delightful, and Noon's subsequent work - especially Pixel Juice - is of equal, if not better, quality to Vurt and Pollen.
Sweet dreams.