Lux.

Enjoyed this adaption of last seasons story Lux in which The Doctor And Belinda are transformed into animated characters by a God-like being, one of The Pantheon of old Gods making life so difficult for our hero. Its a lovely and experimental conceit, adapted here as a novel by Dave Goss from a screenplay by Russell T Davis. in the episode The Doctor comes crashing through our televisions out into "our" world, into a flat with three Doctor Who fans, who know the whole canon of the show and as such all the details of The Doctor's lives. They also exercise this conceit as best they can given the novel's paperback format, breaking the text wall into vision. It s a bravo attempt at stretching the format and another reason to give the show a big clap on the back for attempting to surprise and entertain. Surely, even the hard to please Gods Of Ragnorok.

The Barney Blues.

(From my Sketchbook.) My older brother Barney would sit on the top window ledge above the lower drain, playing his guitar and singing. Mostly James Taylor, who's work he loved, but also republican folk songs and rebel music to annoy passing army foot parols. They would swear and hurl abuse and threats but this only made him sing louder.

Slow Horses.

I had been in the mood for a little Le Carre and came across this Mick Herron novel instead. Damn, it turned out to be an excellent road taken, as opposed to a road less traveled. Ahem.. I am so glad I did. It was a fantastic read. To learn that there were even more obscure agents than the down-trodden and world weary "secret agents" than those who populate Le Carre#s world.It reads like Baby Raindeer meets Daniel Craig's Bond. Jackson Lambb is a fantastic find, for me. Rather than amalgram of Bondian tropes he represents an altogether more unsettling vision of those who secretly serve the state. And what a state they are in, so to speak. He is marvelously offensive, there is no ego he could not puncture, no faux-concern he would not throw into recycling. I have not seen any of the television series that is based on the books that include and follow this one. Gary Oldman plays him in the television. I can think of no actor better suited, or more capable, of layering the percieved personality with its many contradictions. This is one book you judge by its cover at your own person risk, cause whatever demons that drive this very damaged man will devour you. No one is who they appear to be and nothing is what it seems. Outcomes, good or bad, can be adapted too. Today's friend is tomorrow's enemy. As the Duke Of Wellington once said "There are a lot of things one can do with a bayonet but you cannot sit on it." In Slow Horses a young man is snatched off the street. It is an obviously racially and politically motivated event. In fact there is nothing obvious about what took place. The clock is ticking, as his kidnappers plan to cut his head off, live online. I garuntee that in your minds eye you are already making assumptions about the identity of the victim and the agenda of his kidnappers. You would be better to let go of your certainties, in this case, as up is down and down is anything the kidnappers wish it to be. In fact, even those who seek to rescue the kidnapped man adapt to situations as they unfold, molding narratives that suit their own ends. It is a bit of a head scratcher as to who are the good guys in this world, the world that belong's to Mick Ferron's Slow Horses. I highly recommend this introduction to that world. Leave your certainties at the door.

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.