In At The Deep End.

What a fantastic anthology. A JG Ballaed inspired collection of unsettling visions (Not a bad title for this particular collection.)It has some zeitgeist refining writers paying tribute to a writer whos work transends the medium. I would read books written by the contributors, so finding a thread off sorts running through their work is double plus good.Although that sounds more Orwellian than Ballardian, a rose by any other name blah,blah.When reading anthologies, particularly with an array of writers I usually try not to skip the order they are printed in or favouring writers whose work I am familiar with over those whose work I am not. But in this instance I found myself jumping in with the story by Iain Sinclair and it did not disapoint. He writes as he talks and I find both means of communication compelling and always interesting. His ghosts I can believe in.That said, I did go back to the beginning and read through as the editors intended.

Jubilee.

Could not put this down. Robert Shearman took me on a nightmare journey with The Doctor and his lovely companion Evelyn. It is one of the darkest distopian rides of the Doctor's many lives. It is also not any easier for his brave and loyal companion. After a trip like this one could hardly fault her for wishing to be dropped off at home. One hundred years before The Doctor had touched down and "helped" the population of that world and time to overcome a terrible genocidal conflict with The Daleks. Then, as usual, he had departed bfore the dust had even settled on that conflict. He trusts those he aided to sort out the remaining messes so that he may fly off in his magical blue box to most likely do the very same somewhere else. Generally there is no harm in such things, the worst having past. Or so we believe, without ever giving thought to how the survivors might put their world back together and what room there is for the old ways in these brave new times. And what we get is...Jubilee. As I said I could not put this down. Despite having heard the audio drama it is based on years ago. There are details in the book which never made it into the audio play. Unsettling aspects of that tale which flesh the version out in ways which are even more horrifying. The Dalek is in the details, so to speak. A whole society based around its conflicts and encounters with The Daleks is not going to produce a bed of roses. That is the second time in this review I have mentioned that particular flower, one more closely associated with romance than world wars aand atrocities. Itself not a bad word to be associated wuth Daleks. An Atrocity Of Daleks... Robert Shearman used the idea of a sole Dalek imprisoned to great effect in his episode during Christopher Eccelson's run; Dalek. That plot thread alone survives in this even darker tale of what one Dalek is capable of doing as well as the terrible things its very presence inspires. The whole thing has a terribly English feel to it, not just the locations but the very dark sense of humour that is one of that nation's most enduring characteristics. Jubilee sounds like a celebration of something and if it is it remains something probably best laid to rest. The Doctor's past actions, or in some aspects the lack of them, come back to haunt him in a way he does not deserve. In truth, no one deserves the horrors waiting to unfold for him and Evelyn and the planet he saved.

Deep Breath

Peter Capaldi, one of the greats, intro story was one of the most darkly comedic television shows ever transmitted at tea time on a Saturday night. How is this history?From that and straight into INTO THE DALEK. Both episodes directed by Ben Wheatly, also one of the greats. At least I think he directed both. My memory can be a bit foggy. Michael Smiley was in that episode so it might well be the case. He seems something of an actorly mascot to Ben Wheatly, both bringing out the best in each other. These stories set the tone for a season unlike all the others which followed. The new Doctor's first seasons always prove to be a treasure trove and are still gifting years after their transmission.

The Lives And Times Of Jerry Corneilius.

Mad, Bad and Bloody Dangerous To Know, thats our Jerry, all right.Here is a collection of stories and vignettes that stagger all over the place leaving bodies and chaos in their wake. I took this copy with me on a train going down the track to Dublin. When traveling I always seem to end up with my back to the direction I am heading in. That seems like a good metaphor for Jerry Corneilius route through the Moorcock-zone. Countries erupt into war, regimes rise and fall and Jerry is up to his elbows in controlled anarchy or whatever passes for the illusion of control.

The Father Brown Stories.

Three Father B rown book collections in one Folio Edition Slipcase (Only, no slipcase.I had come across a copy in the Oxfam bookshop, Ann St) The three collections in this largerv collection are; Incredulity Of Father Brow, The Secret Of Father Brown and The Scandal Of Father Brown. The short stories contained are just lovely, well written and thought provoking. Its the way he tells them, so to speak, Father Brown that is. An incident occurs, whether Father Brown is nearby or not, generally a mystery is recounted and then Father Brown relates the impressions he gets from said incident. His clarity, even when he has not seen as others have, is unsettlingly precise. The answers he comes up with not neccessarily what he or the listeners want to hear. His empathy is boundless, not so much his patience with his fellow man. Others seem to hear what he is saying but they fail to listen to what he is telling them.He will not always tell others what they want to hear b ut he will always tell them what they need to hear. Father Brown's duties take him far and wide. He meets people from all walks of life, even those who are openly hostile to his faith. nearly all underestimate this shabbily gentile moon faced holy man. His venerable sense of dress setting him aside from the mainstream. He must have looked old fashioned even as a young man.What a thinker,though. T.S. Eliot once said of GK Chesterton "He was importantly and constantly on the side of the angels." That wonderful brain seeing the world as it is and not as we wish it to be, which is achingly human, a pain that comes with a deligent religous observance. Murder, the act of human destruction, has been gradually whittledc down in its positioning as a terrible act of evil. Almost every visit to any bookshop, new or old, has its dedicated sections aimed at the cosey notion of murder. We find it in the quaintest of villages, under the moon and beneath the sun, even under the mistletoe. Father Brown observes the many faces of murder in many different places and at all times exercises the world weary wisdom of a slightly rumpled angel in black.

Karla's Choice.

After reading Slow Horses I still felt like some grungy down at heel British espionage. And that does not come more down at heel than Le Carre. Nick Harkaway, who pens this novel set in Smiley's world is actually John Le Carre's son, so its to be hoped his b rain is hard wired the same as his father's. As it turns out, there are the ghosts of his father's verbiage in how he writes. Not as in some one doing an impression but with a voice of his own, nuanced accordingly. For all that, it all feels very real and authentic, the way a good spy master would most likely make you feel.

Gaze of the Medusa.

Rewatching Season 13 made me dig out this Titan Doctor Who collection, which wonderfully features a Tardis Dream Team, The Doctor and Sarah Jane Smith. Just check out the amazing attempt to recreate this period, given that the bluray for Season Thirteen was so recently released. Well, relatively recently and isnt all time relative? Mind you, you can see that some of the reference photographs used by the artists are from different seasons of Tom Baker's tenure in The Tardis. Its all good though, he walks in eternity after all. There is an extra on the bluray, a behind the scenes interview with the lovely Elizabeth Sladen and it now feels so poignant.