Thursday, 5 March 2020
At Childhood's end tells a huge story, bridging time and space, how could Dorothy's story do any less? Ace's journey from a mad eyed, and frequently annoying, teen side kick, to a mature real world heroine was a long and winding road that she was lucky to survive. Her yellow brick road through the canyons of time did not lead to an emerald city but not so very far from the Gherkin...so to speak. In the end, which is no where in sight, her life has been a series of stops and goes, hard endings and new beginnings.This is the doctor's companion with the longest and most complicated histories, ranging across all mediums The Doctor has existed in. Television, books and comic strips, audio adventures on tape and Dd and now onto Bluray. always running, dodging death at every turn, leaping over cancellation and onto the launch of a medium into which some of The Doctor's greatest tales were told: Big Finish. riding the coat tails of the greatest fictional character of them all. Which is not to diminish her own character arc in any way, her own fictional life being more than the shadowplay thrown by the brightest star.
At Childhood's end shows a great understanding of the character and history of Ace and the unsettling nature of the Seventh's Doctors Machievellen relationship with her. He was a master, a grand master, so to speak, of fifth dimensional chess and tended to treat everyone as a pawn in a very dangerous and seemingly never ending game. Especially those he cared for. As if this was the price he paid for having the temerity to have "friends." That little umbrella twirling trickster could be cruel.. Ace took as much of it as she could before being pushed too far, amidst a heap of centaur corpses. Not being a creature of infinite regeneration there was only so much she could take. She ran far away and started a new life for herself. One in which she could assert some control of her own life. But the past has a way of catching up with her and the past and present eventually collide with a boom,
Hats off to Sophie Aldred, for although the bulk of the story is set up and seen through the prism of Ace she does not neglect the other characters in her story. Even injecting the character of present telly incarnation Yaz with some much needed character development. Yaz finds herself in much the same place as Rose did with Sarah-Jane in School Renion as old companion meets new. Micky Smith would have a right laugh at this pairs expense. Ryan still carries on as though he were in an episode of Hollyoaks that happens to have aliens in it. The Ratts are very Ogron like, foot soldiers for a more maelevolent intelligence.
Oh Sarah-Jane, felt such a twinge of missing an old friend as I typed that...
This book is a very enjoyable read, full of subtle classic Doctor Who references. I particularly liked the location of Deavesham Village, the epitome of quaint English villages that hide extraterrestrial secrets. Arthur Dent might have lived here, John Steed might have had a cottage there, Bernard Quatermass could have retired there. None of them did, of course. but allow me that. Yet the book is self contained enough to function in its own right. A fast, engaging read by an actress who has added another arrow to her quiver.. One that belongs to Sophie Aldred and not Lady Peinforte...ahem.
Wednesday, 19 February 2020
Go on, Cheer yourself up and treat yourself. You are going to encounter some bright new friends, reconnect with some older ones you may not have seen for a while and have a few laughs along the way.
Not a blast of nostalgia but a trove of new fun memories.
Heres my pic fromm an old sketchbook of the legendary Ricky Wilson, who left the stage far too early but will never be forgotten by anyone who loves great guitar playing and unforgettable songs. For years I have heard the B52s described as one of the worlds greatest party bands and there is absolutely no denying the truth of that but I have always felt they were just one of the greatest bands. Whatever the alchemy is that makes a great band these men and women had it and in all likelihood still do.
Here is an example. I remembered reading a Legion Of Superheroes story. Way, way back in the day. Seventies Belfast to be exact. It was a story that involved some one attempting to join the legion and going through an audition process. I remembered a masked figure attempting to impress a gallery of Legionnaires that he had what it takes to become one of their team, that he had what it took to be a hero. I even remembered he had very tight red form fitting trunks that alone would have guaranteed him a seat at the table if he had been asking me to join my gang. His bum had been tangoed.
Yet he did not get in, could not meet the exacting criteria for becoming a member of the Legion. The Legion puts great stead in singularity. Having a set of abilities or powers that bring uniqueness to the table. Each member possessed of a set of skills that serves to also identify them them, ie; Element Lad, Karate Kid, Lightning Lad,Shadow Lass, cosmic boy, etc. his special power, though considerable, could not be demonstrated and then put away again for later use. I remember thinking "Would not want to be judged by them, I have nothing special going for me." Its a common enough thing among boys of the age I was then.
Anyway, by the end of the story he had proved them wrong. Not only demonstrated he had heroic qualities in spades but also demonstrated a most singular power. Tragically singular in the most important respect. I remembered reading this story but not where. I knew it was a back up story, or at the very least was inside another title. For the longest time I thought it was most likely in one of the legendary 100 pagers of that period. So many archival DC stories I would not have otherwise read had it not been for them and a bunch of them remain high up on my long list of best read comics ever.
The comic recently came my way again and I thought "Ah, there you are! The Superboy story was entitled The Rock N' Roll Riddle. How did I forget that? I thought to myself. A good enough yarn in its own right but it was the back up Legion Of Superheroes story with its themes of heroic self-sacrifice that really echoed through the corridors of my memory house...
And off course the mighty buns of steel our hero displayed in the title panel of the story.
"The One-Shot Hero."
Wednesday, 29 January 2020
The three novels are just so beautifully written. With vast ideas playing out with the charm of P G Wodehouse combined with the unrestrained imagination of Douglas Adams. Exciting, funny and insightful. Written so skillfully I did indeed sigh at his ability to translate into novel story form everything I liked about a television series I loved. I read and reread a few times over the years until the incidents in the books became so familiar to me they felt as though they were playing out in my mind theater. Then Big Finish stepped up bringing all their considerable resources to bear on that same material translating the stories into the best Doctor Who tales never transmitted.
The restored Shada sits comfortably on a shelf close to them and thanks to Gareth Roberts we have been gifted an idea which became a book which became an audio adventure which combined became a joy.
The Well Mannered War ends with what for me was one of the most breathless and exciting moments ever to flow from the Big Finish canon. The past catches up with The Doctor, Romanna and K9 and almost breaking the fourth wall in a stunning moment of theatricality our heroes take a leap into the impossible and the improbable to show the spirit of The doctor is indomitable...
Some people would probably think this is damaging a perfectly fine copy of a perfectly formed book but its just a bit of fun. And anyway, I own my books they do not own me.
Tuesday, 28 January 2020
Whatever, just wished to share a vision that perhaps might come in under everyone's radar.
The kind of thing she was attuned to.
I have gone a lifetime without reading Brave New World but have always been familiar with the details of the book, how much of it was viewed as cultural prescience and how the author was celebrated and even championed as a visionary. Between Huxley and Orwell it is difficult to say who was credited as the most visionary. Well, not exactly true, Orwell has always been referenced through out my life and the wider culture than few other writers. Not really a joyous thing really given how dystopian both men's visions were.yet, that is the rich vein that runs through the undergallery, the deep core, of speculative writing. It is a rich vein of world building but who would want to live there? And I have no doubt that many would believe we are already there...
Originally published in 1932, this must have seemed beyond the heights of decadence to most readers of the era. Some of the ideas still have the power to unsettle. Not even the ideas which are perhaps bullet pointed with that very intention, though it is difficult for me to interpret which of the concepts contained within were intended as such. Some of the peripheral events in it, so casually dropped into the narrative, a chiaroscuro morality at play, cringe inducing for the reader, as though the monstrous propositions are not too upsetting as the details are scathing. But they are there, lurking on the fringes of the central narrative. Its a sort of retro science shaowplay, using light and distance to obscure horrors, imbedding them as the normal state of play in this future dystopia, but again I stress, they are there. No amount of Soma, the wonder drug of the novel which enables the general population to float lazily in their pathetically grateful somnambulate existence would be enough to blind me to the daily horrors of this Brave New World.
I would like to believe so, would like to hope so.
It should perhaps be noted here Prospero's response to his daughters statement.
"Tis New To Thee..."