Doctor Who: The BBC Books #112 – Amorality Tale by David Bishop

Doctor Who: The Past Doctor Adventures

#52

Amorality Tale

By David Bishop

Doctor Who often visits historical periods for its stories. This helps to provide a shorthand for the viewer/reader — see The Aztecs or The Roundheads, interesting tales hung on a familiar framework. Amorality Tale on the other hand is a period or event that you might not know about, and yet also one that’s potentially still in living memory: in 1952, somewhere between 4,000 and 12,000 people died in the London smog.

Your mileage may vary but — dreadful as that sounds — to me it doesn’t immediately suggest a story about why these things happen. It’s surely more in the line of how our characters will react to an unavoidable tragedy, like The Fires Of Pompeii. David Bishop’s book isn’t really like that, however: although Sarah Jane does at points want the (Third) Doctor to do something about all those deaths, their hearts are really only in it as far as stopping the catastrophe from spreading further afield — and initially not even that, as she’s just trying to get him out of a funk by investigating the “mystery” of the fog instead. (I did sort of wonder what this investigative journalist was expecting to happen in London at a heavily polluted time in its history.)

Wouldn’t you know it, this is in fact Doctor Who and it turns out the historical event has something to do with aliens. (Lucky Sarah.) Your mileage may vary again on whether it is actually the teensiest bit crass to associate real deaths with a sci-fi doodad. As if aware of this, the book has it both ways: the bad guy aliens state that the fog is just “the dominant native species’ own effluvia,” while later the Doctor says “the smog, it’s not natural. The weather is being controlled by the Xhinn.” (Both statements can be true, but without that second qualifier it might at least be ambiguous.) In any case, there really isn’t much for Sarah or the Doctor to investigate until the nastiness kicks off in earnest a good ways in.

Things at least get off to an interesting start with the Doctor and Sarah already installed in the East End when we arrive. I love stories that begin in media res: it’s intriguing to find Sarah holding her own as a barmaid in a rough pub and the Doctor running a watch-mender’s shop. What a pity then that we immediately undercut this by going right back to the scene where they decided to come here. You don’t need both; you could just as easily tease out the information later on in London.

Ah well: Amorality Tale has other things on its mind, namely gang warfare. Underworld bigshot Tommy Ramsey has just got out of prison and he’s putting his manor in order, little realising that a rebellion is brewing in the ranks. Meanwhile a bunch of youths led by the bloodthirsty Callum is looking to muscle in on Ramsey’s turf.

Amorality Tale is, for much of its initial 100 pages, all gangsters and geezers roughing each other up. There’s a good sense of Bishop doing his research here, such as in the central, easy to picture street filled with housewives all cleaning their doorsteps. Bishop gives suitably distinct voices to his various crooks and lowlifes — which helps where at least two of them are called Billy. The book overall has a simple, no muss no fuss writing style that clings comfortably to the setting and characters, often giving way to little nuggets of wit: “Prison seemed to agree with Tommy Ramsey. But then most things did, if they knew what was good for them.” / “The unbelievable high of winning proved far too addictive for Bob Valentine. One way or another, he’d been going to the dogs ever since.” I can see Terrance Dicks enjoying this writing style: it’s uncomplicated and it pushes things along at a lick. (Fair’s fair, there’s also a clever structure at work: Bishop uses days instead of chapters, which apportions the action into logical yet somewhat unusual intervals while also keeping clear the importance of this brief timespan.)

For a while you’d be forgiven for losing track of any alien threat whatsoever, and we’ll get to that, but it’s worth saying that the “gang stuff” in Amorality Tale makes for compelling enough reading in the meantime. The downside to this is the way Bishop presents his underworld. I’m not naive enough to think that a character’s actions are automatically an endorsement, and sure enough Tommy does some awful things here, like executing an unconscious enemy and being convicted (only on a technicality) for having his girlfriend murdered. But Amorality Tale still overall makes him out as a force for good in the neighbourhood, being the de facto law enforcement once the police fall victim to the alien menace; at one point he spares people’s lives because he reckons they’ve been brainwashed. Tommy, like many famous and/or fictional gangsters, also loves his dear old (slightly awful in her own way) mum.

Crucially he spends a good chunk of the book prodding a would-be romance with Sarah, whose bristly female empowerment excites him. The attraction flutters in both directions, with Sarah at one point considering what they might have been together in another life. (He considers the same.) The writer can turn her around later on and have her call him a small, petty murderer — which she does — but all those moments of domestic closeness have added up by then. See also Brick, aka Alan, Ramsey’s towering enforcer who is also a gentle giant that loves pigeons and hates hitting people. You’d be a bit weird if you came away from the book entirely hating these characters — indeed, Bishop might as well bash you into submission with an actual brick during those pigeon scenes. If Sarah likes somebody, we do too, however bonkers that makes her seem.

And look, it’s okay for characters to have facets or even be quite nice, actually, despite also being appalling. Bunker Soldiers is a fine example of just such a tightrope walk. Amorality Tale, however, is a bit too cute with its cheeky chappies, some of whom seem moments away from departing for Sherwood Forest. Sarah, it must be said, is seeing them on a good day: all their violence is directed at rival gangs, murderous policemen and zombies, with not an innocent bystander in sight. (Well, none that die of criminal violence during the events of the book.) She could still seem a bit less surprised when she weighs it all up and realises that crime does not, in fact, pay.

That’s enough about BBC Books’s answer to Peaky Blinders: show me the aliens! And Amorality Tale does that rather suddenly on page 100, revealing that a gang leader is actually a Xhinn, aka a floating ethereal angel of death. (Bishop forgive me, but I imagined Mr Burns when he’d had too much medication and kept threatening to bring you love.) The book wobbles quite a bit here, having made it significantly far without digging any of the necessary trenches for extra terrestrial bad guys: there’s just a hint of them in the prologue and then later on West Side Story suddenly turns into The War Of The Worlds.

I wish I could say the Xhinn were worth the wait. The Doctor characterises them as “the most petty, vindictive creatures” and he’s not wrong: these awful fellows control and then work people to death, puppeteer them as zombie enforcers, conduct cruel and distinctly Nazi-ish death experiments on them and then to top it off, feed them into horrific (yet nonetheless Penelope Pitstop-esque) conveyer-belts of death. There’s really no coming back from such one note maniacal menaces as these — but Bishop tries, giving the Doctor (and at one point, awkwardly, the prose) some ominous pronouncements about what a famed menace they are throughout the galaxy. The Doctor’s drop-of-a-hat info dumping about the Xhinn is the first time I’ve felt okay about the Eighth Doctor losing his memory; imagine not having to lean on the protagonist to say “Oh, those guys? Hang on, I’ve got it written down somewhere.”

There are a few little wrinkles about them that could be interesting, such as there being three Xhinn that speak almost as one, their method of controlling people without their knowing it, and the way they can create spies in human form. That first one is a damp squib since they don’t say very much of value; the other two really ought to be something, except the spy thing is extremely easy to guess, and the duplicate thing invariably ends in the spy going native, forgetting their roots and then — as if catching an interesting idea on its way out of the window — getting quickly bumped off anyway. The Xhinn’s main contribution, apart from the smog, is an army of brainwashed and/or zombie policemen at the end, but since that’s largely a way into lots and lots of scenes of criminals hacking, slashing and blasting them down, there’s still not a lot to write home about.

This leads to one of Amorality Tale’s little peccadillos: violence. It’s hardly the first BBC Book or Doctor Who novel in general to get nasty, and indeed you should consider yourself forewarned by Bishop’s previous co-written (wink) Who Killed Kennedy, which minced various kindly UNIT chumps and made Dodo extinct. Amorality Tale isn’t entirely gratuitous, but it seems to prioritise actual death rather than triumphs over adversity. There are numerous characters who we follow, get invested in and then place in a cliffhanger-type situation only to — you guessed it — kill ’em anyway. One particularly distraught character decides bluntly “to kill himself when this was over. It was the only way he could ever hope to block out the memories.” You might think that was the beginning of some sort of epiphany but no, eight pages later, off he goes. This kind of all-encompassing horror is perhaps apropos for a book that concerns around 8,000 deaths from the outset, but there comes a point where our noses are simply being rubbed in it. And what’s the takeaway? Violence and death are violent and deadly?

I’m probably missing the wood for the trees here: it’s amoral, after all. But I don’t think it really is on a character level, what with those overall quite personable criminals who have, when all’s said and done, a code of sorts. If the only amoral thing here is the aliens, that doesn’t tell us anything much deeper or more meaningful than, avoid these aliens.

It’s a good thing Amorality Tale is so readable — and it really is. Granted, it’s easy to pick on simpler writing styles like this one, and I’ll own up here and say that there are a few clunkers and redundancies in Amorality Tale. (“The heavy key rattled as it turned, opening the lock on the small door.” / “‘Where’s it coming from?’ Tommy asked. The smog deadened sound, making it difficult to determine from which direction it was emanating.”) I don’t love some of those all-too-neat criminal characterisations, and I wasn’t bowled over by the Doctor and Sarah — the latter runs out of journalistic steam almost immediately, the former tinkers on the sidelines for most of the book until he effortlessly conjures a kill-o-majig for the finale, pausing only to impart useful lore. It’s a violent book without much to say about mass death, but it occasionally finds space to make its impact felt (even, incredibly, letting a few of them survive) and it builds a real sense of escalating disaster as it chunters along. Like some of Uncle Terry’s questionable novel assignments, you can let yourself ease into this one and enjoy the somewhat corny characters and the helpfully A-to-B action that comes in handy chunks. If nothing else, there’s plenty of atmosphere. Smog will do that.

6/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #88 – Rags by Mick Lewis

Doctor Who: The Past Doctor Adventures

#40

Rags

By Mick Lewis

Duck and cover, everyone. I’m doing Rags.

Doctor Who novels are a niche within a niche, so there’s not a lot of discourse surrounding them. Nevertheless, for good or ill a few books have stuck their heads above the parapet. Many readers (including me) think The Also People is pretty spiffy; lots of folks (hello again) think The Ghosts Of N-Space isn’t. That sort of thing.

Then you have a book like Rags. People don’t just dislike it: they haaaaaaate it. There is a vociferousness about the negative reactions to Rags that you don’t often see; helpfully, they are unanimous about what they don’t like, which is the violence. It is generally felt that Mick Lewis went too far here.

I wouldn’t dismiss that out of hand as a criticism. Rags is indeed a gleefully, gluttonously grisly book. I think there is a debate to be had, however, about quite how out of step that is with the book range that spawned it.

Doctor Who is a mostly non-violent show (pipe down, Mary Whitehouse) but expanded media is a little different. The New Adventures used those differences as a selling point: many of those books featured shocking (at times, I would argue, indefensible) violence. You might expect BBC Books to tone it down a little, and they’re certainly easier to recognise as Doctor Who products, but the writers have often felt just as comfortable throwing blood at the walls as the Virgin guys. Mark Morris wrote two books, both gore-fests; Mike Tucker and Robert Perry seem to specialise in people or things that murder the hell out of everyone else; Steve Emmerson had a zombie licking blood off a pitchfork as well as a tree decorated with heads; Keith Topping sat down and thought, “I know, I’ll have a scene where Turlough gets violently anal probed.”

So in other words, it’s not completely unheard of for BBC Books to get nasty, and “but it’s a Past Doctor story” doesn’t seem to make any difference to the rules. If you’re reading a lot of them, particularly in sequence, it’s just not that unusual. (Admittedly if you picked Rags out of a pile, or god forbid made this your first Doctor Who read, or even just read it as a child — which is not an unreasonable thing to do! — I’d understand being shocked.)

I know this seems like a pretty thin defence for big violence, so here’s another one: at least the violence is part of the story. We’ve had books before such as Strange England or Falls The Shadow where everything’s a bit weird in an anything-can-happen sort of way, and the “anything” just so happens to be ever-so-edgy violence. To me, that feels token. In Rags, the fact that people are temporarily losing their minds and attacking/killing each other in horrible ways is at least relevant to the plot, and beyond that the themes of repression. Okay, Mick Lewis still chose to write a story that is overall pretty gross, but it was also commissioned and edited. I guess what I’m saying is that if it appals you — and there’s nothing wrong or invalid about being appalled by it — then perhaps some searching questions need to be asked of BBC Books and Justin Richards et al, and not just Mick Lewis or his admittedly questionable taste.

I have to say that in other areas I quite liked his taste. When Rags isn’t staging horrible murders in the West Country — and occasionally when it is — Lewis demonstrates a very nice turn of phrase. Demented events will roll off the page like this: “The thing from the rock felt the rage of the two, and the rage was good. He wanted more. More of this. With sinews that had once been stone, the creature raised its arms. And the two men became one. Became none.” A band playing frightening counter-culture music becomes “a tremble of subversion in the sunshine.” A slim young woman is noted as having “a waist you could easily strangle.” When observing the kind of people coming to see the band, we find that “it was like the band attracted nature’s strange.” Rags is full of these odd, offbeat observations. I often found myself pausing to enjoy them.

Lewis also has a good grasp of the regular characters. Rags might be an objectively strange Third Doctor story, and it doesn’t always use the characters well, but the Doctor for instance is well characterised. Pertwee’s likeable pomposity is on full display here, with a few opportunities to rankle against intractable people, including the Brigadier when he insists on interrupting his experiments. He can also be utterly kind to outwardly unpleasant people. His current situation of being exiled to Earth is made somewhat relevant to the story, and Lewis makes note of this Doctor’s not-quite-black-and-white relationship with authority, observing that he “purported to be on the side of freedom, yet needed the narrow-minded might of the military and all its conservative, stifling authoritarianism to back him up.” That conflict is mirrored in the plot, which pivots around a mistrust of different groups, particularly authority figures. Pretty good work.

The rest of them work well, but it’s diminishing returns based on how well they’re utilised. Jo spends most of the book working undercover following a band on tour, an already dicey idea of the Doctor’s considering there is an obvious mesmeric influence at work here. Pretty much straight away she’s under the evil spell and beginning to doubt the Doctor and UNIT. Now, I wouldn’t put it past Jo to fall under the influence like this — the Master did that to her in her first story — and I think it’s quite neat to throw Jo into a movement like this and give her objections to her day job based on a moral stand, even if it’s fake. It’s a sort of funhouse mirror version of the environmentalists in The Green Death (whose point of view she actually shared), and you could even argue that this is a way to set that up: clearly Jo is not simpatico with UNIT. The trouble is, Jo’s in the book so little, in terms of actually doing anything, that there isn’t a proper conversation to have about it. She barely cools down with the Doctor afterwards. She just shows up, gets hypnotised, says and thinks some pretty nasty things about him and then gets better. I imagine big Jo fans were not impressed by Rags.

UNIT put in a good showing — sort of. The Brigadier’s mannerisms leap off the page, as does the wryly funny shared irritation between the Doctor and the Brig. (“The Brigadier took this as his cue to advance into the room, like a vampire receiving a welcome invitation.”) Mike Yates’s struggle to belong is nicely underlined by giving him a frustrating undercover job; Benton gets to assert his Sergeantly authoritah at times. But the plot requires that UNIT remain at a remove from danger for most of the book, a point that is occasionally articulated so we know it’s deliberate (“It really wasn’t like the Brigadier to procrastinate over something as important as this”) but it’s not articulated clearly enough that I actually know why they’re doing that. (It’s the same for the Doctor: “Maybe this time he would have been wise to let the Brigadier have his way. Maybe this time he had let things go on too long before making a direct move, and maybe he had endangered Jo in the process.” General evil influence I guess?)

I have my suspicions. Rags is on the short side for a BBC Book and, not to pick on Mick Lewis or anything, but there isn’t much plot to go around; it no doubt would have helped to meet the word count to say, “let’s keep UNIT on the other side of the barrier until page 200-and-something,” or “let’s have the Doctor disappear off to investigate in his lab for ages, then get stuck in a metaphysical realm for a bit so he can have, I dunno, some New Adventures-y angst about his selfish desire to leave Earth and his guilt about companions he left behind until he can show up again.” Tellingly, when it’s finally time to resolve things, the Doctor still doesn’t have much of a role: it’s one of those where the bad guy’s own nature somehow causes his downfall (?) helped along by a useful self-sacrifice from the supporting cast. Despite Lewis’s obvious familiarity with the characters, his choice to have the Doctor all but cheering “go on, son!” from the sidelines and Jo mostly off her nut the whole time means that Rags very nearly avoids being a bona fide Doctor Who story at all.

This is where critics of the excessive violence chime in with, “yeah, you could have fooled me.” So let’s add context: Rags is about a rock band who come into contact with a violent, apparently primordial force in the countryside which takes them over. They then travel around playing evil gigs and driving people insane, triggering murders at each site. This is eventually seen to be the work of the Ragman, an ancient alien not unlike Stephen King’s Pennywise, who thrives on violent energy — in particular the kind created by class warfare.

Lewis has some good ideas here, particularly the way an unscrupulous man uses the furore around the killings to more easily gain access to a popular figure, the better to exercise his own class warfare. (This goes horribly wrong.) I’m not sure Lewis really interrogates this stuff, however, since most of the people affected end up dead, or not heard from again. It’s for instance the Ragman, a disposable villain, who makes certain very arguable points about the Doctor’s flaws, and not someone actually useful like Jo, who has her own problems with him throughout the novel but all of those can be written off as hallucinations. UNIT are also forced to confront some very real classist undertones in the ranks, but again most of the perpetrators end up as crime scene decorations. If the Brigadier feels bad about his participation, well that’s just not important right now.

This is presumably where Lewis’s own characters ought to shine — it’s them, after all, that carry the novel home. He invests a lot of effort in the supporting cast and they do feel lived in and damaged, but there is a certain shared nastiness about them that gets in the way of actually caring about them. For example there’s Kane, a drunk with a hatred of bullies and a historical link to the Ragman, who ought to be central to the novel — but he just feels like another really unpleasant guy in the mix. Charmagne, a journalist who also matters greatly (at least in the grand scheme of things) spends too long lost in the curiously metaphysical back of a lorry. She has a recurring nightmare but there isn’t really time to dwell on it. I’m not sure what happened to her in the end.

More frequent characters include Sin, a young woman who is close to Jo for a lot of the book, but who doesn’t actually like Jo, hates her boyfriend and then completely falls in with the Ragman, at least until the very last second when it’s too late. Bit hard to chart an interesting character arc there. (Also: Sin is ethnically Chinese, which in one of Lewis’s rare weak characterisations means she is relentlessly referred to as “the Chinese girl.”) Other recurring figures like Jimmy, Nick and Rod run the risk of requiring a spotter’s guide, especially when (in the name of world-building) Lewis occasionally spends time on new characters who are only going to get splattered in a few pages anyway.

Perhaps inevitably, we’ve circled back around to the violence aspect. I suspect that this was another way, consciously or otherwise, to get Rags to the finish line: all those grotesque, protracted violent scenes that (here we go) do earn a place strictly speaking because the plot calls for them, nevertheless do go into a level of detail that is perhaps a bit much. I think the book’s reputation on this has been exaggerated, as these sequences are not at all constant, but much like the generally manky characters there is a certain skuzziness to the proceedings that is never far away. The story of Kane’s childhood bully feeding him slugs, for instance; the demonic band member who kisses Sin with a mouth full of maggots; the rest of the band who occasionally projectile puke, Exorcist-style, into their willing fans’ mouths. It’s a bit hard to stop and think, “hmm, yes, those themes of classism” when the book is generally just trying to gross you out.

So that naturally becomes the thing Rags is known for: violent scenes and gross bits. There isn’t a lot else to cling to, despite what is obviously supposed to be a general idea of repressed violence in society. The regulars are well characterised, but they feel peripheral; the supporting characters feel like they have lives, but they’re not dissimilar enough from each other; and although there is a plot and there are things to discover along the way (such as Kane’s family history, which to be honest still comes out of the blue), you more or less have the measure of Rags before the Doctor even turns up. Ancient evil glomming onto people and making them do horrible things, then generally sort of feeding on that was my guess after the opening car crash scene, and 250 pages later I wasn’t wrong. Attempts to enrich this include selling the Ragman as a “universal peril” that might worry even the Time Lords, but I just didn’t buy that.

Without a profound sense of threat (beyond just violence) or really any idea what can be done about it (beyond just, stop them I guess?) Rags becomes something of a slog despite its quick page-count: it’s a case of waiting for awfulness and then having the subsequent awfulness happen, rinse and repeat. All in all, the whole “small town generational folk horror” thing on display here held together better in The Hollow Men. I do think Mick Lewis displays a lot of talent on a sentence-by-sentence level, and he clearly loves Doctor Who, despite how he wants to present it. Rags isn’t the abhorrent wash-out I’d been dreading, nor is it unique in its mucky execution; it’s just not compelling or deep enough to justify all of that putrescence to any reader not fully on the author’s wavelength.

5/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #67 – Verdigris by Paul Magrs

Doctor Who: The Past Doctor Adventures

#30

Verdigris

By Paul Magrs

Paul Magrs returns. Can a time-travelling double decker bus be far behind?

Verdigris continues along similar lines to The Scarlet Empress and The Blue Angel, picking up the thread of meta-textual silliness (not just limited to Doctor Who) and indulging in a more knowing sort of comedy than we’re used to seeing in these books. Magrs is clearly a confident and seasoned writer so, where Verdigris is daft as a brush — which would be pretty much all of it — there is always the sense of a deliberate intention at work.

All of that said, after three of his novels I’m wondering if I’m really a Magrs guy. I found Empress a delight for the most part, but the Arabian Nights/shaggy dog style isn’t my favourite. The Blue Angel was clearly a creative attempt at something, but the actual intention eluded me and in that context Magrs’s inimitable silliness just got on my nerves. Verdigris is at the same time a simpler affair than Angel and a more meta one than Empress. I think my enjoyment also fell somewhere between the two.

Iris Wildthyme is travelling with Tom, a young man from the year 2000, but he just wants to go home. Clinging to the idea of a Doctor/companion relationship Iris instead takes him to see the Doctor in 1973, with the intention of just spending a nice Christmas somewhere. (Naturally she gets the season wrong and it’s actually summer.) A relaxing trip to the Doctor’s cottage soon spirals into an adventure with strange telepathic children, conspiracies, UNIT in disarray, killer robotic sheep, rampaging fictional characters and objects brought to life.

There are a couple of big ideas squirrelled away in there. For starters, the Doctor has homes on Earth — plural! — thanks to “a rather good deal with the British government.” This makes a degree of sense what with him doing a job despite not needing any money, but obviously it’s not something that was ever evidenced on screen. Like the old joke about schoolteachers, I think we all just assumed that the Doctor lives at work. (If push comes to shove he can always sleep in the TARDIS.)

I can just about stretch to the Doctor having homes-away-from-home, including a caravan. (The Seventh Doctor had a House On Allen Road so it’s a bit late to quibble about that now.) I struggle though to believe he’d commission portraits of himself for decoration. I know he’s vain, but really? More significantly, when we find the Doctor all he wants is “to have dinner parties and enlightened conversations. [He’s] going to invite some very interesting people down to stay, and it’s all going to be remarkably civilised.” That kind of domesticity is very rare for him, although it’s at least framed as a way to avoid UNIT for a while. This serves a character point: the Doctor is trapped on Earth, but also (to an extent) trapped as their go-to guy for Earth’s defence. That must be a bit wearying after a while. (The thought however of the Doctor putting his feet up for a night in with some groovy laid-back types is still a stretch.)

Verdigris seems interested in the Third Doctor’s exile and what that means to him, so perhaps weird little swings like this are to be expected. He more than once laments being stuck on Earth, and naturally his eyes light up at the thought of Iris bringing a functioning TARDIS within reach. However that idea mostly seems to exist in Iris’s imagination, as outside of a slight mood shift early on he really makes no serious effort to high tail it away with the thing.

On a grander note, the entire plot eventually turns on the fact of his exile: a simple misunderstanding on an alien world has led a powerful being to create havoc specifically to encourage the Doctor to be free. It’s a nice idea but it’s a bit difficult to square it with the aforementioned groups of fictional characters — actually an alien race confusedly disguised as people in novels — even though the one idea is responsible for the other. They seem like a very Paul Magrs idea anyway, appealing to storytelling itself for inspiration, but there’s not a lot to them besides the amusing thrill of Miss Havisham making a mad dash through a fun fair. The idea soon retires to the background. The book at times feels like a box of chocolates: varied but all a bit too sweet and disposable.

Sometimes it seems like it’ll do something significant, like disbanding UNIT — sort of. The Brigadier, Benton and Liz Shaw are all out of their minds and running a supermarket instead of an army, while UNIT headquarters has been taken over by, among other things, robot sheep. And Mike Yates has been turned into a piece of paper! If you wade through all the whimsical bells and whistles there’s an interesting idea here about the Doctor and UNIT doing something different for a change — but sadly the UNIT bit of the equation doesn’t occur until very late in the book, and then it’s just for a cutaway gag. What a pity; I might have enjoyed digging into the gang’s ersatz existence.

The state of UNIT Headquarters, meanwhile, is cause for some trippy meta stuff where Jo is (unsuccessfully) convinced that her time here has been a fabrication, that all her colleagues are actors and the monsters are guys in costumes, drawing particular attention to the coloured lines around them in certain shots. All of which is quite jolly and fan-baiting, if rather unlikely to convince Jo or the reader. It’s at least a fun excuse to shift storytelling formats for a bit into annotations of security footage, with Iris’s diary also appearing throughout the book.

That’s the other big idea in Verdigris: Iris for all intents and purposes is the protagonist. We mostly view the Doctor and Jo as side characters; it’s Iris who brings us into the story, Tom who connects us to the weirdly powerful (and strangely attired) Children Of Destiny, and when the penny drops about what’s really going on and whose fault it all is, well… have a guess.

It’s quite a good story for Iris. (Likely the scraggly version we met in Empress, before she regenerated.) Her longing to have a lasting friendship with Tom is not so unlike her apparently one-way attraction to the Doctor; as well as being a source of bawdy fun there’s some real pathos in that, particularly when she pleads with him to recognise that they make a good team. There’s a surprising amount of Iris back story in this, explaining that she was of a lower class than the Doctor on Gallifrey and she rescued her TARDIS in a desert; it turns out her obsolescence to the Time Lords is less a collective memory gap than sheer social embarrassment. (Her very similar Five Doctors-esque adventure was apparently just a coincidence.)

The sheer focus on Iris in a story barely holding itself together logically does sometimes threaten to squeeze it out of Doctor Who altogether — but then there’ll be some incredibly nerdy reference to remind you of Magrs’s pedigree in that area, such as the string of continuity beats that makes Verdigris impossible to place. (It’s after The Sea Devils but before The Curse Of Peladon. Best of luck, list-makers.) There are meta references to the Green Cross Code (aka that advert with Jon Pertwee in it), The Avengers is canon in this universe, and there are even meta references to meta references when it comes to those faux-fictional characters, the point being that you shouldn’t show off like that. (At which point Verdigris threatens to create a paradox involving its head and its bottom.) It’s so busy being clever that little things like trees and unicorns coming to life feel like footnotes. Did I mention that Mike Yates is a piece of paper?

I very much got the impression that Verdigris wasn’t going for anything serious (I’m sure you’re dying to say, “What tipped you off?”) but there are still some moments that matter. The Doctor’s desperation to get away from Earth breaks through occasionally, and pityingly. Iris hints at his bleak retcon-future from Interference (about time someone did!) and she eventually takes pity and assures him that he will leave Earth eventually. Jo has her little reckoning with reality, although it doesn’t define anything about her that didn’t already seem solid. Tom has some pathos, feeling out of his element and hinting at a relationship with one of the Children Of Destiny, while also believing one of them might be his mother from an earlier period in her life. Neither idea comes to much though. (The Children Of Destiny are about three layers of icing too many for this story.) Otherwise when characters get killed, which happens quite a bit, it was a struggle to remember they’d been there.

Reading this I was occasionally reminded with a bump that Doctor Who is best aimed at kids. I suspect the free flow of ideas in Verdigris works better for them. But the novel also seems aware of the more, shall we say, particular kind of Who fan, not just with those cheeky continuity misdirects but in this oblique comment about time travel: “I don’t think human beings were meant to travel in time. We care too much about the order of things. About being sure of what has really happened and what hasn’t. We get insecure if someone shows us other alternatives.” I mean, now that you mention it…

Like The Blue Angel, Verdigris seems apart from reality, or even just reality as represented in Doctor Who books, and as with Angel it seems to have a more fluid footing than I’m personally used to in books, so I struggled to connect with any of it. Chunks of it are already making their excuses to leave my head early, like the alien delegates who for some reason have been duped into living inside a mountain in Wales, or the weird little Rumplestiltskin figure misleading Jo in UNIT HQ. As that time travel line suggests, some people like to get the measure of a thing, and I couldn’t quite do that with Verdigris, although I had a nice enough time leafing through whatever it was.

6/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #61 – Last Of The Gaderene by Mark Gatiss

Doctor Who: The Past Doctor Adventures

#28

Last of the Gaderene

By Mark Gatiss

Mark Gatiss returns to Doctor Who with a trip down memory lane, if you can believe such a thing.

Last Of The Gaderene isn’t a literal examination of nostalgia like Nightshade, but it’s just as baked in the stuff, from the use of a favourite era (Gatiss loved the Planet Of The Daleks novelisation so much that he read the BBC audiobook) to the ease with which his characters reflect on their pasts. The sleepy village of Culverton is filled with people such as the commander of the aerodrome, the local police chief or an old war hero who all tend to drift off mentally and think of other times. Jobey Packer, a fabulously-named old sign-painter, thinks of his hometown whenever he travels — another way of yearning for something familiar.

There’s something of a theme here, with unfriendly interlopers encroaching on a peaceful little town and threatening to modernise it into something unrecognisable and dangerous. (The townspeople begin to lose their identities as well.) But I’m reaching a bit, as this really isn’t another Nightshade in story terms — it’s not doing that much with its ideas. I just think “reflecting on the past” is something Gatiss is good at as a writer, and he uses it mostly justifiably to ground his characters and then let rip with often sumptuous, emotionally-tinged prose. Besides, the truest sense of nostalgia here comes from the Doctor Who era setting. (I know that’s not a reach because Gatiss waxes lyrical about it in the book’s introduction.)

The Third Doctor, Jo, the Brigadier and UNIT hold a special place in fandom’s affections, particularly for those who grew up during this unusual part of the show’s history. Last Of The Gaderene offers something of a victory lap for all that, ticking off various elements that ring true of the period. It’s a smart choice for one of those infrequent modern-day reprints, offering an uncanny example of what new fans might expect from old episodes. For better or worse, you could imagine this being transmitted in 1973 — or perhaps more specifically you could imagine it as a novelisation around that time. One of the chapters, in true Terrance Dicks fashion, is titled Escape To Danger.

Culverton’s long-disused airbase has been bought up by a mysterious company. They promptly start making a lot of mess and upsetting the locals, mostly at night. People are also beginning to act strangely and there appears to be a monster in the marshes. Much of this gets back to the Brigadier via his old friend, ex-Spitfire pilot Alec Whistler. After returning from a hair-raising Metebelis 3-esque adventure on a planet enduring a civil war, the Doctor (though initially reluctant) agrees to go and investigate. He eventually discovers that the Gaderene are fleeing their dying home-world and have, regrettably, settled on Earth as their replacement — and its inhabitants as their hosts.

If you like Pertwee reference points, tuck in. We’ve got highly placed duplicates (Spearhead From Space), alien parasites (The Mind Of Evil), monsters who just want a new home (Doctor Who And The Silurians), shifty companies (Colony In Space), a hard cut to the Doctor alone on an alien world (The Green Death), the Doctor showing a sudden interest in helping (The Dæmons), the Doctor getting into fights that probably would have required Terry Walsh (too many to mention but let’s go with The Curse Of Peladon), the Doctor piloting an outrageous vehicle (got to be Planet Of The Spiders) and to cap it off, a villain reveal that would have been somewhat of an exercise in nostalgia even in 1973.

There’s not a lot that feels new here, but to be honest that doesn’t feel like the assignment anyway. There are a few diversions of sorts. The nature of the Gaderene threat means that it’s not as simple as letting off five rounds rapid; you don’t want to hurt the approaching baddies because they’re real people underneath. This doesn’t exactly lead to a change in tactics for the Brigadier however, as the Doctor finds a way to incapacitate the brainwashed denizens before the Brig has to carry out Plan B. There’s another, slightly different Silurian-esque dilemma of an alien race that just wants to survive — although handy for us, they’re so destructive about it and they have so little time left that the Doctor doesn’t need to work out an alternative path for them. (You could do more with this and make it all a bit more Mac Hulke, but I suspect it’s not that sort of UNIT story — we’re not here to boo the military this week, it would defeat the point of being pleased to see them.)

There’s also that early scene of the Doctor finishing off his heroics on the planet Xanthos, which interestingly has occurred without Jo. Is this anything? She was very keen to get home at the end of the preceding story (Planet Of The Daleks, naturally) so perhaps she would have opted out of another TARDIS trip right away, and she does so explicitly in the next story (The Green Death), but given her reaction here of thinking that he might be gone forever, and briefly considering a life after UNIT with some degree of worry, I doubt she would have said no. The whole sequence mostly serves to provide an example of what not to do during a climactic scene later on; otherwise, it might have been an amusing way to make the book a bit longer. (It’s perhaps also meant to nudge us towards Jo’s impending departure, along with the moment where she rankles at being called “a good girl”, but it’s pretty thin stuff all the same. Dancing The Code has nothing to worry about.)

One reference-y area where Last Of The Gaderene perhaps needn’t have bothered is the Master. Turning up without much fanfare on P176, and then not making himself known to the Doctor and co. for another 90-odd pages (to the justifiably unimpressed response of “Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in”), he continues his earlier tradition of feeling a bit shoehorned into somebody else’s plot. It’s perhaps significant that this is happening after Frontier In Space, making Last Of The Gaderene canonically the last Roger Delgado Pertwee-era story. It’s not much of a salve if you found Frontier disappointing, however; he turns up late, the two nemeses don’t spar very much, and there are no references to the fact that, the last time the Master saw him, the Doctor was apparently dying. The Master then has the kind of “wait, did he just die?” exit from this story that would quickly become tiresome in the 1980s, which becomes another thing not really commented upon here. He mostly seems to be here just to be here, perhaps to make it all seem a bit more like the more UNIT-heavy Season 8, back when he was in it more or less every week. It’s a shame when The Face Of The Enemy previously made such a satisfying meal of the character.

It’s perhaps easier to discuss the more unsatisfying specifics of Last Of The Gaderene because the positives are more general. It is, once again, very well written by Gatiss. He describes a ladybird as “Bright against his skin like a bead of blood.” He tells us that when the TARDIS is gone, “the empty space yawned like the dusty rectangle left after a painting has been removed from a wall.” He describes “Mr and Mrs Neesham’s little green sweet shop, tucked between two cottages like the filling in a sandwich.” It’s easy to imagine Gatiss packing in the acting and screenwriting lark to write jolly children’s books instead.

There are also moments of clever economy, like following up a meeting between the police chief and the villain by having another character notice “what he was sure was a police whistle, sounding feebly from somewhere inside,” which tells us more or less what happened there. And he keeps up a terrific pace — although, by contrast, not a lot seems to happen for much of it, as we slowly get all our key ingredients into place. A much built-up summer fete is important in the end, but hardly the set piece you might have been expecting. The chapters whiz by anyway.

I wonder if, on some level, Last Of The Gaderene really belonged to the Target range, and what we’ve got here is inevitably a bit longer than the best version of itself. Or perhaps that’s carrying the idea of Gatiss and his reverence for Terrance Dicks a bit too far. What it does well is embody an era of television. I don’t think it engages with its ideas in the most interesting ways possible, but it is nonetheless one of those books where you sense that it was all intentional: it’s here to make a certain impression and then speed off triumphant, probably in a Spitfire. If you yearn for teatime in 1973, your dinner’s ready.

6/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #53 – Interference: Book Two by Lawrence Miles

Doctor Who: The Eighth Doctor Adventures

#26

Interference, Book Two: The Hour of the Geek

By Lawrence Miles

Right then. Two books. Two Doctors. Multiple story threads. Different ranges. 600-odd (very odd) pages. Now that Interference is over, am I clear what it was all about? And was it worth all that?

Mostly yes to both.

I think it all comes down to a question: why does anyone do anything? And off the back of that: what are you going to do? And going back inside that — which feels like a suitably Interference approach — nature vs nurture. All of this is wrapped up in the meta-text with what sort of thing you should be trying to do with Doctor Who books at this point in their lifespan, if Lawrence Miles does say so himself. Everything about the two books seems on some level to interrogate these questions.

Interference asked in Book One why the Doctor does what he does, and more importantly why he doesn’t do certain things that might be helpful. It also challenged the notion of what Sam, and people like her hope to achieve, and the ways in which (or so it argued) this is lacking. Book Two crystallises these arguments somewhat.

Sam, in particular, has her outlook not only placed under the microscope but externalised for an entire city to think about. Miles/Compassion continues to give this a certain degree of side-eye: “[Sam’s] political streak was based on what she’d seen on the Nine o’Clock News, or, at the very least, on what her parents had seen on the Nine o’Clock News.” Once again we’re asking if her ideas are truly her own. Sam, in the context of Interference, also becomes a placeholder for the human concept (or at least the late 90s human concept) of progressivism and empathy — where she has failings, so do we all. “[Compassion’s] world was the same as Sam’s, only without the camouflage.” / “London and Riyadh were the same, Kode decided. But London thought it was different. London thought it wasn’t scared. The people there had used the signals to cover everything up.”

All of this ties in with the book’s wider and, let’s be honest, slightly-getting-away-from-itself argument about politics vs culture. The Remote are a society without principles or agendas, they just exist and get buffeted about by random TV signals. They’re posited as a mostly positive ideal, albeit one that is easily corrupted, because they don’t do politics. “There’s no good and bad. There’s just… politics.” They’ve got something they want to achieve, something that will cause enormous harm because they don’t really understand what it is they’re doing, but there’s an innocence to them not found in stinky old humanity, what with its arms dealing and politics and hypocrisy.

Guest, ostensibly the leader of the Remote (or this particular bunch anyway) wants to get back to their roots and contact the Cold, aka the mysterious force they’ve been trying to sell to humanity. That last bit’s really just a cover to get the Time Lords’ attention by doing something dangerously anachronistic to the timeline, so they will (hopefully) snag a TARDIS to get to the dimly remembered coordinates for the Cold. (The Cold that Guest wants to find and the Cold that he’s selling on Earth are different things, a thing and its byproduct respectively. Ehh, don’t worry about it.) As part of all this, he figures it would be a good idea to plug Sam Jones into his people’s media so they can learn from her — in essence, learn to properly care about what they’re doing so they can’t be stopped. I’m not sure they entirely need this (his peeps already seem pretty far along in the mission without having any measurable fanaticism about it) but it’s the bulk of Sam’s part in all this, so it’s important for her.

Using the same script-format interludes seen in Book One, Sam relates a bunch of moral dilemmas. Save a person or a planet, kill a baby to prevent its evil future, sacrifice animals for a greater good, etc. These aren’t the choices Sam would have made, but that’s sort of the point — using Sam’s understanding of things, a sense of morality that is both informed by and divorced from what she brings to it, it’s like moral dilemma in a raw form. One of the main concerns in Interference is “signals” interfering (ahem) with our decision-making, and we take them away here, We don’t exactly interrogate how Sam feels about these scenarios — as with Alien Bodies, I think Miles is happier characterising Sam the concept rather than Sam the person — but taking her away from her baggage and seeing what’s left seems to be the point. It’s something that we revisit right at the end of her journey in Interference, which is the last time we’ll ever see her and is also, maybe just because it’s Miles, before she joined the series.

Sam doesn’t have a huge amount to do in Interference. There are a lot of moving parts so perhaps that is to be expected, and god knows the EDAs have thrown their collective back out before now trying to figure out what to do with her. This is her last bow, but what there is to say about Sam has mostly been said already, and most of that by Blum & Orman.

Interference, for its part, makes an effort to take her seriously. It’s easy to dismiss Sam Jones as a quip in a Greenpeace T-shirt, in no small part because that’s exactly how she was sold to us; the question of whether there’s even a real person underneath is one that the books themselves have grappled with, with Miles himself introducing the idea that she’s suspiciously phoney even within the text. Interference might occasionally throw more shade at her, but it also gives her the chance to speak for herself. Her decision to leave in Autumn Mist was sudden (and not, in context, very satisfying) but following through on it here shows real conviction. She’s done what she wanted to do with the Doctor and is ready to move on now, simple as that — she’s more, implicitly, than just his plucky companion. She is set apart by the Remote from the kinds of moral judgements she is likely to have made, which can only have made her think more about who and what she is when set apart from the Doctor.

When her leaving scene comes around it’s entirely low key and arguably more human for it, a little like how Ace’s second go at a departure in Set Piece was refreshingly free from histrionics, all that being over with by that point. Then, in a sort of deleted scene we catch up with later on (which The End Of Time sort of copied, but never mind), the Doctor finds a way to visit a younger Sam at a critical moment, without giving away his identity. (I won’t say how, but it’s fun.) He uses the opportunity to ask what she wants to do with her life. Is this truly her crusade, or is it her parents’? Sam says no: she knows what the world is and she earnestly wants to help, and there’s a difference between that and what her parents half-heartedly did in their day. It’s not the Doctor or Faction Paradox dicking around that ultimately matters, she is her own person and she’ll think of something. Together with the flash-forward in Book One I think we get a respectable picture of Sam Jones. By god, it’s been harder work than it should have been because of her sketchy beginnings, but there’s a person in there if you care to try writing about her. Not many did, but oh well, at least some did.

Sam’s nature (vs nurture) is a major part of Interference, just as her departure is another perhaps underrated example of Miles trying to shake up these books once and for all. (He can’t take credit for that decision but it sure fits his mission statement.) He also applies the “why do we do anything” question to humanity, answering with a beleaguered sigh that it’s mostly down to politics and we should really stop that. He also applies that train of thought — or continues to apply it in Book Two — to the Doctor.

There’s a sense in Interference that he is not following his normal path — divorced, perhaps, in a similar way to Sam when she was plugged into the Remote media. His stay in Saudi Arabia is definitely out of the ordinary for him, albeit not unprecedented. (You really can’t get away from Seeing I here, or for that matter Genocide.) His visit to Foreman’s World, bookending One and Two and punctuating the Third Doctor bits, allows him to ponder just what the hell this all means for him, as he still (unusually for him) doesn’t know by the end of the main plot. This is especially relevant when it comes to the Third Doctor portion of the story, which is itself perhaps the biggest gauntlet-throw of Doctor Who bookdom up to this point.

Whilst in his prison cell, the Doctor (Eighth) attempts to find help. In doing so he contacts his earlier self, causing (or did he, stick a pin in that) a diversion in the timeline: the earlier self learns about Faction Paradox too soon, and makes an unscheduled visit to the planet Dust. There he meets I.M. Foreman, namesake of an important junkyard and Gallifreyan with a travelling circus. Dust is besieged by the Remote (a less friendly and much later version) and when we left off in Book One, things were escalating.

In the course of this the Doctor (Third) learns that Foreman was an early Gallifreyan renegade, and inspired the Doctor’s (First) actions both by example and as a physical presence when he and Susan left London in 1963. An echo of Sam, the Doctor now finds himself asking if his ideals are entirely his own — sort of a proto-Timeless Child conversation. We are done with Sam but not with the Doctor, so it makes sense for his outlook to be a little more uncertain now, for his tenets to be shaken rather than stabilised.

This is not, of course, the most interesting thing that happens on Dust. In the course of the adventure the Third Doctor is killed, triggering his regeneration early and potentially upsetting future events. It’s heavily implied that the immediate future will be much the same — Tom Baker through Sylvester McCoy will still happen, although god knows about the events of Planet Of The Spiders — but the possibility exists that the past isn’t what it used to be, which introduces an element of danger to the Past Doctor Adventures. Whether anyone picks it up is another matter, but Miles wasn’t enthused about the closed-off continuity of the PDAs — ya think? — and this seems like a good way to allow those authors an out. I hated this device when I first read Interference, long ago in the before-marathon times, but I can see its value now. Even if, seriously, it might not amount to anything more than sending a “sorry” letter to the Planet Of The Spiders fan club, the sheer fact of using the EDAs as a springboard for the ongoing PDAs makes an actual virtue of there being two book ranges, tying them together for the first time since (and to much greater purpose than) The Eight Doctors.

It serves a dual purpose, however, enriching the EDAs as well. Faction Paradox work a bit of magic while Pertwee is making his early exit, implanting a virus that will come to fruition once the Doctor is McGann-shaped. This handily cocks Chekhov’s Gun for the next stage of the EDAs. (It’s also a possible explanation for the Eighth Doctor’s half-humanness, although that really only makes sense if this is the prime timeline and not “interference” after all. But I mean, whatever, I’ll take it.) It also serves a character point to introduce some danger to the Doctor — is he in control of his actions? Does he control his destiny? (See also, his inability to escape from prison.) All useful stuff for a character that some authors, like Gary Russell, have vocally struggled to find a voice for in these books.

I’ve got questions about how well the Third Doctor stuff integrates into Interference. I know Miles has 600 pages to play with but it’s not hugely beneficial to the pacing. I sort of wish he’d gone off and written a Past Doctor book instead that gradually incorporated Eighth Doctor things like the Remote and then shocked us by tying together and detonating both ranges at the end. I certainly think its presence here dampens Sam’s exit, which for heaven’s sake happens almost a hundred pages before the book properly ends, turning it into more of a memory than a lasting impression once you’re done.

Also, by being the true lasting impression of Interference it keeps the focus more on Where These Books Are Going than What This Book Is About, Here And Now. There’s a definite sense that the wider arc stuff is of more interest than, say, the struggle to prevent the Remote (whose investment is so arguable that they need a pep talk from Sam) from accidentally triggering a galactic whoopsie-pooh. Even within their plot there’s a direct influence from the Time Lords’ war with The Enemy (another Alien Bodies morsel and rainy-day plot point), which is cool and lore-y and everything but doesn’t actually go anywhere in this book.

I also found, on my first read through years back, all the stuff about arms dealing rather dry and mean, to say nothing of the Doctor getting the shit beaten out of him for ages. I felt some of that again this time, although it’s at least obvious that Miles has things to say here, occasionally (like in the chapter that’s just a chunk of the Voodoo Economics documentary) pausing the wider concerns in order to say them. I know “soapboxing” is a simplification but once you’ve identified the Remote’s real reason for being here, all that’s left on the human side of things is finger-wagging.

Perhaps the most interesting part of the “now” plot is what happens to Fitz, which is ironic as he barely seemed to feature in Book One. “Seemed to” is the operative phrase, however, as Fitz’s centuries-long stay with the Remote has in fact looped back around to the present. Following the Remote process of “remembering” where people are reincarnated in new bodies using the shared memories of others (be thankful it’s not the Venusian “remembering” where they keep your memory alive by eating you), Fitz is in fact one of the Remote agents we’ve been seeing all along under a different name.

Miles isn’t just Doing A Cool Thing here with the timeline, encouraging you to read Book One again and go “ohhh” the second time; it’s also an excuse to bed in how much Fitz belongs in the TARDIS, showing us his determination to use any means necessary to stay true enough to himself so that he’ll want to go back to his old life even if on the surface he no longer remembers it. The eventual transformation back to “Fitz” and away from his Remote self is very affecting, with the Doctor ensuring it’s his choice. It’s a subtle bit of character work that follows on nicely from books like Unnatural History and Autumn Mist where he’s more and more becoming one of the guys.

There is an inverse to this, of course, which might come into play later. Fitz had a choice: stay as he is and be corrupted, or die and be reborn now, the remembering process hopefully keeping alive that spark of his true self. In the Eighth Doctor story it’s implied that he did the latter — and for all intents and purposes, he did. But in the Third Doctor story it’s revealed that he didn’t — the copies still happened and so all of that worked out, but the “real” Fitz wanted his own identity and life to remain in tact, which meant he grew old in Faction Paradox, became warped and now hates the Doctor. (He also kills Time Lords for fun. The Master and the Rani are among his trophy heads. Yikes.)

This is, of course, bloody horrible: “our” Fitz is even more of a fake than he appeared. It was bad enough that Fitz had to endure yet another indoctrination, hundreds of years stranded and an apparent suicide all because the Doctor said “hey could you keep an eye on things in Geneva kthxbye” without then going all Dark Side too. I think there’s an argument to be made that this is just the sort of edgy, try-hard character journey you’d expect Miles to roll his eyes at. But it lends itself to future stories. We learn that “Father Kreiner” has now been whisked off to the bottle universe — a Miles device that allows the New Adventures to exist simultaneously, which is nice, and which featured in Dead Romance. The Doctor, in his epilogue on Foreman’s World, doesn’t know who Kreiner is and clearly wants to speak to him again. (Interestingly we are ahead of him on this, as well as on the virus he’s carrying.) It’s worth noting that in his final scene Father Kreiner seems open to seeing the Doctor again not in the context of getting his head on the wall. If this whole thing comes back, hopefully that spirit will enter into it. But I’d understand if a reader simply looked at all this and thought, Christ, that’s a bit harsh innit? Must all companions go through absolute Hell? It’s another ongoing trope, whether Miles-the-great-disruptor likes it or not.

On a lighter note — perhaps the only one — we’re still doing The Sarah & K9 Show, guest starring Lost Boy the adorable Ogron. This continues to be a welcome addition to what is, let’s face it, a lot of heavy-going material, but all the same you get the sense there isn’t a huge amount of room for it: Sarah and co. are politely parked towards the end, and they might only have been there so someone could let the Doctor out of that damned prison cell. It’s still nice that Miles throws the more conventional fans a bone by having these characters turn up, and letting them have fun. (Apart from maybe the bit about Sarah’s belief that the Doctor has made her sterile. Come on, mate.) There’s less stuff about Ogrons in Book Two, the species being — god love ’em — easy to sum up, but a dollop of world-building in the Third Doctor section suggests that we could still do more with them.

I suppose a key concern with Interference is if it makes sense or not. I’d say yes: Miles may have a mind-boggling number of mind-boggling concepts but his writing style is engaging and wry enough about it that it doesn’t feel like work. I raced through both books; enough epilogues queue up politely before the Third Doctor stuff rounds off, and then there’s even more summing up after that for a clear-ish understanding. It’s a lot to take in but it puts the work in to be comprehensible.

Some bits still seem to be hanging though, and I don’t just mean the leftover bees in the Doctor’s bonnet. I’m still unclear on how the confluence of Doctors (surely the main “interference” of the title) came about, since the whole point is that it’s an aberration. We know now that the TARDIS’s recent odd behaviour is because it knew this was coming and the damage it would cause — but what new thing happened to get the Doctor into that cell, and consequently get that message to his earlier self? It matters since this is a paradox, and those don’t just happen naturally: this Eighth Doctor follows on from Planet Of The Spiders and he is now causing that not to happen. It’s entirely possible that I missed a spot, but I couldn’t see the intervention/interference that caused it. You would think Faction Paradox would take the credit — they’re happy to “as you know, Bob” their other achievements at the end. And while we’re at it, was that the only reason the Third Doctor ended up on Dust? Maybe it was, but given all the highfalutin machinations Interference sets in motion, you would think the inciting incident itself would be clear. Again, maybe I’m just thick, or maybe it’s still to be revealed — although I doubt that as Miles is tapping out now. I have a feeling that he simply couldn’t spin every plate perfectly.

Is Interference satisfying? As a piece of world-building and as a general milestone in two book ranges, I’d say a big yes. Of course books like Seeing I have shown that it’s all well and good setting up ground rules but it does depend on others making use of them, so this could still be a damp squib. But Miles engages with the books before now and with his own prior ideas in a way that should, by rights, make everything more interesting from now on. It’s a pleasantly fizzy experience to think about for now.

As a novel though, or the latest weekly adventure of our TARDIS trio, I think it’s rather lacking and certainly a bit dour: the Doctor mostly rots, Fitz mostly waits, Sam mostly watches a script unfold for the benefit of someone else, the Remote struggle with agency generally. I can see why younger me wasn’t engaged, but when you’ve been following all of this at least the character work pays off. Miles is here to ask big questions about the books as a whole and the characters in particular, and I generally found those answers satisfying. It’s just not much fun in between, save for Sarah and cool bits like that whole I.M. Foreman conundrum. Both books are also the most obvious mouth-piece for the author’s views I’ve encountered so far, which is a lack of subtlety that works against them.

Is it the best Lawrence Miles book(s)? Well, that’s all totally subjective, but I’d say Book Two is comfortably stronger than One, although some of that is the sheer contingent of big moments and answers he held back for this one. For what it’s worth I had more fun with Alien Bodies, which works for a casual reader despite all its lore, and although Dead Romance is even more horrible than Interference it’s at least self-contained, its focus more on what story it’s telling now than what stories we could tell later on. Not that that’s a bad thing for Interference per se, but — personal preference — I’ve seen enough sequel setup in movies to feel a little weary of it now, and I’m more excited about what’s in front of me. Again, you maybe have to look at Interference as a character piece for that.

I’m starting to worry that this review’s going to need two books, so: Book Two’s even busier, but it’s good. Sam’s exit works well — farewell, now let’s hope the next companion doesn’t face-plant immediately. (I haven’t mentioned Compassion because the fact of her companion status isn’t addressed in Interference. She just hasn’t left yet. Tune in next week?) Miles has definitely been a benefit to both book ranges before and here in particular, but I suspect that his desire to have and eat both cakes leaves some of what he’s doing in Interference on a lower volume than it ought to be. I know he hoped to write the Best Doctor Who book here. I don’t think he’s done that, but it’s a contender for the Most.

7/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #52 – Interference: Book One by Lawrence Miles

Doctor Who: The Eighth Doctor Adventures

#25

Interference, Book One: Shock Tactic

By Lawrence Miles

First a bit of preamble. Interference is one book in two parts, so it would make sense to review it all at once. Nevertheless, I’m doing it in two chunks. There’s a few reasons for that.

1) I’m a glutton for punishment, apparently.

2) I’m not sure my memory is up to the task of keeping Book One entirely in reserve until it’s time to review Book Two. I barely remember Autumn Mist at this point. (Admittedly that might say more about Autumn Mist.)

3) A major reason for me reviewing these books in any depth is so that I’ll have something to remember them by — see 2) — ergo the more I write, the merrier I’ll be.

And 4) as anyone who’s had to track these down via eBay can attest, Interference is still two books, like it or not: reading it does require two trips, so I might as well record what that experience was like. And while we’re at it, what, if anything, makes these books different. (Anecdotally: people seem to sell off Book Two more than they do Book One, which suggests to me that there exists a niche for just reading the first one. So I guess this is for you, weirdly specific collectors.)

Right away it has to be said that Book One is a tough subject to break down, precisely because it is not a whole book. (Whose stupid idea was two reviews, anyway?) This isn’t a story in its own right that ends on the promise of something more, like for example The Empire Strikes Back. (Or Across The Spider-Verse which is possibly better, fight me.) Apart from an almost trivial cliffhanger generously tossed in at the end, Lawrence Miles has pretty much just Finished The Bit He Was On here. Nevertheless, I think the first half of Interference bears examination. It doesn’t round off any plot points but it makes some pretty definitive statements.

For starters, there’s the fact that it exists at all. Interference is many, many rodeos deep into published Doctor Who fiction, but it’s the first bona fide two-part novel in the series. Sequels and “linked books” be damned — this is truly ambitious, particularly (no shade intended) the assumption that readers will come back/shell out for the second half.

And it matters that this one has come along after so many prior books. An upside and downside of BBC Books picking up the license after Virgin is that backlog of material, delivering both an understanding of how to handle the format and a long list of ideas that are already crossed off. Since the relaunch we’ve already had a couple of celebratory novels that rapidly grew in ambition from “have lots of Doctors show up” (standard) to “alt-universe prequel” (decidedly not). There have been plot arcs, necessarily more so in the Eighth Doctor Adventures than the comparatively chocolate-box sibling range; we’ve asked big questions about the companions and even disrupted that status quo a few times. Clearly, there’s life in the old dog yet, but even so the books are quick to wriggle back into an old groove, regurgitating character beats and munching the same plots and settings. (Nice alien artefact/ancient weapon/human colony you got there, be a shame if etc etc.) More than once it has felt like something’s gotta give.

It’s not entirely surprising that Lawrence Miles is the one to lob the hand grenade. Alien Bodies — despite being a delightful and fun little bag of ideas, seriously it’s a hoot — was the one to crystallise the idea that Sam Jones was not what she appeared to be, a thread that later exploded in Unnatural History. It also introduced Faction Paradox, the most exciting thing to happen to the Time Lords since Dead Romance. (Okay, that was later, but y’know — time travel.) He’s one of those writers equally entrenched in series continuity and a willingness to set it alight, and for better or worse, they’ve set him loose again.

On a creative level Interference (or at least the first half) is gagging to do things differently. There’s the two-book format of course, but also a framing device: the Doctor is telling the mysterious I.M. Foreman all about what happened. This curiously includes chunks of story he wasn’t a party to, and those chunks vary in format, with things like different time periods, transcribed documentary footage, diary extracts, plus real events and flashbacks interpreted by the characters as scripted action (we’ll get to it) at one point starring Brian Blessed. For good measure there’s a whole other story bolted on towards the end (or begun anyway — Book One strikes again) featuring a different Doctor altogether. And then you get to the ending and oh right, there isn’t one! You truly do get the sense that Miles wanted anything other than to write Just Another Doctor Who Book.

That sense of “do things differently” is baked into the story as well. This is no typical alien invasion or deadly spaceship encounter: the Doctor, Sam and Fitz have been roped into a mysterious arms deal going on in 1996, which involves the mostly human-seeming Remote, a group with an unusual reliance on television signals. Despite the lack of a clear-cut threat (or any clearer than “this shouldn’t be happening in 1996”) all three of the regulars are out of their depth, with the Doctor whisked off to a prison cell to be tortured, Sam stuck on an alien world with one of the Remote, and Fitz lost 600 years in the future to be drafted into Faction Paradox. The only convincing note of hope here is that the Doctor will eventually turn up in the framing device to look back on it all, but even then, the ever-present stink of Faction Paradox suggests that we shouldn’t get too comfortable.

It’s a bracing setup, grounded more than usual in disappointingly human concerns like arms deals and prisons, but all the same there are some familiar notes here. Fitz barely features and is then hardly missed — to be fair, the other two are having a sufficiently crap time that they wouldn’t notice — and to cap it off, indoctrination, again? Miles is no continuity slouch so Fitz’s similar experience in Revolution Man is front and centre here, but with so little time to develop it that simply feels like lamp-shading. Even Fitz seems to think, here we go again.

And then there’s the Doctor, also helpfully recalling a prior experience, this time another inescapable prison — Ha’olam in Seeing I — and while Miles makes it clear that this is an entirely different kind of inescapable prison, and an even more unpleasant one at that, it is still another one for this Doctor. Having your hero go through the same thing and have the same difficulties again threatens to make it a trademark. It would be like erasing his memory a second time. (Oh, too late. Perhaps a third, then. (Oh.)) It’s weird to be going anywhere near old ground in this sort of book.

Ah well: the specifics are where Miles makes his mark. There’s not much you can say about Fitz’s journey at this point — see you next week — but the Doctor’s prison stint allows some of the book’s themes to get up on their feet. He has a fellow prisoner, Badar, and they strike up a conversation about what the Doctor does and where the limits are. Specifically, why he can do what he likes on back-water planets but he can’t stop the everyday horrors on Earth. This is one of those things that exists out of boring necessity — if the Doctor changed Earth beyond recognition we, uh, wouldn’t recognise it any more — but here he’s allowed some justification. “Mankind is always spreading outward, towards the edges of the universe. And the universe is a big place. If I change history on some of the outer planets, the ripples usually only spread outward. Into the void. If I change things on Earth, the ripples touch everything.”

That’s not a bad explanation (although again, the real explanation is extra-textual), but Badar doesn’t buy it, and eventually the Doctor admits to having a degree of preference here. Miles is clearly a bit unimpressed by the Doctor on a fundamental level, and keen to demystify him. Indeed, there is no magic reprieve for his prison sentence here, despite a few astral jaunts to visit others for help. The Doctor, denied his usual tools and even the comfort of bad guys following a routine, has little to do here but lie on the floor and bleed. All of that might change in Book Two, but the important thing seems to be that we’re asking the questions. That, too, is a way to do things differently in a Doctor Who book. Do you always let the character get away with having an escape route, or always letting bad things happen to some people? I don’t know if these are things we can ever meaningfully change, but it feels like a milestone to address them.

Similar questions are asked of Sam, a character you sense right away does not enormously impress Miles. (In the foreword: “‘Political’ usually means that Sam’s going to spend the book lounging around in a Greenpeace T-shirt.” And in Alien Bodies, a novel I already praised for doing interesting things with the character, Sam barely had agency in said things.) Sam has occasion here to consider her political activism and how far along it has come — something novels like Seeing I already did, but hey ho: “The demonstrators were, by Sam’s usual ethical standards, Good People. They were more or less the same people she’d marched with in the ANL rallies, back in the early nineties … So why did the protestors suddenly look so ridiculous? Because the ANL marches hadn’t achieved a thing, maybe?”

There’s at least a sense that she has progressed from where she started — the story features Sam’s bedroom in 1996, pre-Doctor, and all the somewhat naive political posters therein — but then she is directly challenged on her moral stance by Compassion, one of the Remote. These bits echo the Doctor’s talks with Badar, only here I’m less convinced. Partly that’s because Miles already put some of these views into the foreword (so whether I agree with them or not, they feel a bit like authorial soapboxing), but also it’s because they’re just a bit obtuse, and/or examples of false equivalence. See: “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with [selling weapons]. Why it’s worse than selling matches. Or motor engines. Motor engines kill thousands of people around here. More than shock batons do. So what’s so bad about what we’re doing?” And later: “People die all the time … Traffic accidents. But there’s no organisation in your entire nation-state that believes in banning traffic.” “But people who drive aren’t trying to kill anyone.” “So that makes it all right?”

I know Compassion isn’t necessarily to be seen as in the right here, but nevertheless Sam can’t seem to disagree, which is surely suggestive. I think there’s a pretty clear difference between mechanisms that can cause harm and mechanisms designed to do harm; the former has the possibility of refining its methods and improving safety, whereas the latter is ideologically opposed to that sort of improvement. Fire is a source of life, and it can be managed. People need to get to work, but they can take some precautions. Stun batons exist to attack. This is my own soapbox, I guess, but I think it’s cheating to go “these things are the same so a) nyer and b) Sam is foolish.” The suggestion also that Sam is just a trendy activist because she doesn’t care equally about all causes all the time is setting an impossible standard. I mean, come on, you’d go crazy otherwise. (For good measure Miles lets Sarah Jane, who is also in this, have it as well: “Sarah Jane Smith cried when she saw ET, but two hundred thousand people died in East Timor and it was all she could do to go ‘tsch’.” Yeah, everyone’s a hypocrite, we all suck, cheers Lawrence, please do keep on about it.)

Still, it’s somewhat appropriate to be asking these sorts of questions in Sam’s last adventure (or part one of it anyway). I had forgotten her sudden decision at the end of Autumn Mist to leave the TARDIS on their next Earth trip; the Doctor, in the framing device, confirms that this has now happened, so she’s on borrowed time in these pages. We’re not there yet, and there aren’t many opportunities for her to shine — not when the resolution is paywalled, dammit — but the use of Remote signals to trigger script-themed flashbacks allows her to get a bit more background before we leave her, specifically a dalliance with drugs that darkens her previously perfect record. (Maybe it’s a bleed-through from Other Sam; I forget how that works.) There’s also a maybe real-maybe not vision of her years from now at a friend’s funeral, lamenting how deep down she travelled with the Doctor just because she wanted to see the universe like anyone else, biodata and activism be damned, which feels rather honest.

It might be best to keep some of the specifics back for Book Two — after all, what it all means has yet to be made clear, so there’s no point trying to rate how much of it makes sense. To summarise though: the Remote seem like an interesting enough bunch, people whose decision-making comes from interpretation of random signals, mostly TV. The implicit satire of “letting TV do your thinking for you” is, well, that’s all there is really, but it’s interesting how essentially amoral they are. (Even if I think some of their arguments are full of it.) It’s not clear from Book One why they’re such a big deal overall, even with the shadowy backing of Faction Paradox; they possess a weapon or possible lifeform called the Cold, which ultimately seems to be what’s worrying everyone, but the nature and capabilities of that are mostly for Book Two to worry about. Which is fine, but the stakes don’t feel especially high when you stretch them out like this. On current evidence the Doctor, Sam and Fitz mostly seem to be up a creek just because.

There’s some delightful stuff on the periphery, particularly a post-K9 & Company Sarah Jane investigating, not to mention K9 coming to the rescue, not to mention an Ogron sidekick. (There’s some great stuff about the overlooked depths of Ogrons: “[Ogrons] give you poetry, and you hear it as… as meaningless words about rocks.” At the risk of overreacting though, I think Miles’ intentions get a bit muddy the more he draws attention to the inherent racism surrounding Ogrons. If you’re going to underline it and then keep writing about them anyway there’s a risk of circling back around and just doing it in earnest.)

There’s also the weird, exciting lurch into a Third Doctor story near the end — you’ll have noticed Perters on the cover, of course Miles has found a weird way to do a multi-Doctor story, lobbing a hand grenade into the Past Doctor Adventures as well as the more serialised ones. In sixty pages this creates a lot of atmosphere and suggestion of impending doom. From the Third Doctor learning about Faction Paradox too soon to the TARDIS randomly bleeding to a local authority figure refusing to comply with his charms, and even a smaller suggestive moment where the Doctor (rather than the companion) wanders off, something is clearly wrong here. Again though, it’s all setup and no payoff, so the atmosphere is all there is currently. There’s a ton of weird detail about a travelling circus that’s just weird at this point.

Halfway through, I think it’s fair to say that Interference hasn’t made itself clear, but it has grabbed attention. I’d be hard pressed to describe most of it as fun — prisons, cults, drug flashbacks, oh my! — but the constant variety in storytelling style keeps it at least engaging. The inclusion of Sarah Jane generally seems like a sweetener for all the rough stuff; it also has that same sort of generally amused undertone found in Alien Bodies, with cheeky meta nods taking aim at, among other things, the book itself: “Lord of the Rings? Too long. My attention span only stretches to about three hundred pages.”

Book One is interesting as an opening salvo but also as a shake-up for the range, so that even if you just read this one, there’s at least something to take away. It would be a stretch to call it really satisfying as an instalment — Book Two has the luxury of being what Interference is actually about, as Miles for all his experimentation can’t escape the latter half of a story being the bit where it all knits together — but I think it goes far enough out of its way to be at least memorable.

7/10

Doctor Who: The BBC Books #43 – More Short Trips edited by Stephen Cole

Doctor Who

More Short Trips

Edited by Stephen Cole

Right, that’s enough novels. Back down the short story mines with you.

There doesn’t seem to be a linking theme this time, although Stephen Cole — clearly amused by the less than imaginative title of More Short Trips, going by the introduction and blurb — suggests that the simple fact of an increased number of stories ought to cover it. Maybe themes are overrated?

He also mentions being the outgoing editor of Doctor Who for BBC Books, which is surprising to me as he still had roughly 30 more books to go at this point. Were they really working that far in advance or did the plans change?

Anyway. Short trips. More of them.

*

Totem

By Tara Samms

Ah yes, Tara Samms, finalist in the 1998 Steve Cole Lookalike Contest. (I’m suddenly wondering how many of this collection’s “new voices” are Cole.)

This one features the Eighth Doctor working for a widow in Portugal, bringing her somewhat out of her shell and inadvertently romancing her. According to Wikipedia he’s making amends for something the Seventh Doctor did, but the story’s so short I didn’t pick up on that. Anyway, it’s an evocative moment.

*

Scientific Adviser

By Ian Atkins

The Second Doctor gets some work on a film set recreating The Invasion. (I very much appreciated the line “Having problems with the invasion, then?”) He’s ostensibly there to ensure a lack of historical accuracy and thus keep UNIT’s secrets safe. However, another plot is percolating.

Ian Atkins does a marvellous job of evoking the odd charm of this Doctor, particularly around children, and it’s an amusingly subversive way into a Doctor Who story — it’s surprising, really, that more stories aren’t told in-universe about known alien invasions, but I suppose that’s the whole reason for UNIT’s actions here. This is an instant hit, although I can feel my brain wrinkling when I try to fit it into continuity.

*

Missing, Part One: Business as Usual

By Gary Russell

Mel’s back home! I’ve got no idea about the logistics of this (wasn’t she last seen leaving Iceworld on Glitz’s spaceship, presumably in the future?) but the character beats seem more important here. Mel has apparently not enjoyed her time with the Doctor, or not enough to consider it worthwhile, which is a somewhat sour take when the author’s Business Unusual (heavily referenced here) was also concerned with keeping Mel from her destiny. It’s not really how she was the last time she was with the Doctor, which frustratingly leaves a gap that we’re not filling. We’ll see what Part Two looks like, but for now this is a quick and rather moody check-in.

*

Moon Graffiti

By Dave Stone

A characteristically funny piece from Dave Stone featuring a moon covered in graffiti and a tiny spaceship full of irritable and sarcastic aliens. This does a pretty good job of world-building for an Earth gone temporarily to hell thanks to some marauding spiders. (The aforementioned graffiti artists.) It has tons of ideas, including an in-universe explanation for Peri’s sometimes questionable wardrobe choices. In his rather pitiable status quo for humanity Stone inadvertently hits on imagery that would be used in The Matrix. (No, not the Doctor Who one.) The Sixth Doctor, needless to say, feasts upon Stone’s verbiage.

*

One Bad Apple

By Simon Forward

Here’s a name we’ll be seeing on novels at some point, and One Bad Apple is an excellent first impression. The Fourth Doctor and Leela are on a jungle world inhabited by large plate-covered animals while a platoon of Cyber-enhanced soldiers skulk about. The story posits an interesting future for those who have been partially converted into Cybermen, and it does clever things with biblical allusions such as knowledge from apples. The characters seem to ring with hidden intelligence. I’m keen to hear more from this writer.

*

64 Carlysle Street

By Gary Russell

Gary Russell gets creative here, telling a story from various viewpoints, all of them working in a country house. The First Doctor, Steven and Dodo have ingratiated themselves in order to investigate and deal with an alien visitor. They’re all well captured and the story ticks along nicely, quietly (for Gary Russell anyway) sequelising an obscure piece of lore.

*

The Eternity Contract

By Steve Lyons

A bit of metaphysical Gothic horror awaits the Fifth Doctor and Nyssa as they fight to escape a house that seemingly serves as a gateway to the afterlife. This is creepy stuff and it plays confidently with the level of the supernatural involved. It also constructs a likeable side-character, Patricia, in whom I invested pretty quickly. I tend to think this sort of thing suits the Fifth Doctor, a character with the sort of good-boy puritanical streak you’d expect to get the vapours when a vampire shows up. (Indeed, see Goth Opera.)

*

The Sow in Rut

By Robert Perry and Mike Tucker

We’re straight back to the supernatural with this one: Sarah Jane’s stay in a cottage is cut short by what appears to be a spectral force. Perry and Tucker have their cake and eat it with both kinds of explanation catered for in the end. For better or worse, this is something that would fit neatly into an ongoing series of K9 & Company.

*

Special Weapons

By Paul Leonard

This would be a great idea for a TV episode or even a novel: during the Second World War some German troops have got hold of an alien being that can separate a place from its surroundings, cutting off all light and eventually killing everything inside. They have done this to a small English village and they naturally have plans to expand — but the Seventh Doctor, here with Mel, knows this will backfire and kill the planet, to say nothing of the creature.

Apart from the terrifying image of unnatural night, this is a dark (ahem) piece with the requisite Paul Leonard-ish moral toing and froing of supposedly bad characters, here one of the German officers, and a supposedly good one named Oliver. The Doctor and Mel display unusual grit for Season 24 (the adventure happens not long after Paradise Towers) but this kind of gung ho action suits Mel surprisingly well. Excellent stuff.

*

Honest Living

By Jason Loborik

An offbeat sequel to Day Of The Daleks featuring some more time travelling guerrillas with a resulting mess of paradoxes. There’s some pathos in the bookended story of a man who should have died, and there’s an unusually anthropomorphic approach to time taking its revenge against paradoxes. However this one suffers from the problem stories about the mechanics of time travel usually face, in that it’s hard to understand so it needs explaining. I think the general pathos just about carries it.

*

Dead Time

By Andrew Miller

This is a rather excitable and talky bit of fan service with the Eighth Doctor trapped in a mental prison, for a while talking to a future (still McGann) version of himself, then having to battle through all his past lives. It’s one of those stories that needs to constantly explain itself, and although the idea of the Forgotten (beings that “time travel” back through someone’s life) is quite good, we don’t really get any mileage out of it here. Sam features and is not exactly a joy to be around, so at least that’s accurate.

*

Romans Cutaway

By David A. McIntee

I’ve ended up reading this at the perfect time, as I’m currently halfway through a rewatch of The Romans. McIntee — RIP — seizes on the gap in the story between the TARDIS crash landing and the gang all relaxing in the Roman villa; he relates how they found out about its original occupants and he puts Ian and Barbara in a life or death situation. (Their first of several during their stay.) The latter leads to a bit of soul searching from the pair. It’s a nice little pause within a generally restful story, with Ian reacting thoughtfully to his defensive act of violence towards the end.

*

Return of the Spiders

By Gareth Roberts

A romp (what else) from Gareth Roberts featuring (who else) the Fourth Doctor and Romana, here encountering giant spiders in High Wycombe. Roberts is as fond as ever of the banter between these characters and of satirising British society, and although it gets a little too arch for its own good in places it’s still a decently amusing jaunt.

*

Hot Ice

By Christopher Bulis

We’re back with the Fifth Doctor and Peri for the first time since The Ultimate Treasure, so it’s little surprise who wrote this one. It’s a pretty good tale of thieves chasing thieves and then ensnaring the TARDIS crew. I’m not completely convinced by the Fifth Doctor in this — he seems unusually clinical — but various parties do manage to hoodwink him, so it’s pretty close.

*

uPVC

By Paul Farnsworth

This one is in two parts and it has two distinct tones. First we find the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe noticing a strange knock from outside the TARDIS, only to end up facing a double glazing salesman who somehow travels in the vortex. It’s an absurd bit of farce, but when he expounds on his services the Doctor is suddenly interested. We then jump ahead to the Seventh Doctor and Ace for a more melancholy moment concerning the window that was built, and what it means to the Doctor.

It’s a lot to pack into a short story (set entirely within the TARDIS) and it’s inevitably a bit discordant, but it’s an interesting one, drawing a line between these very different Doctors and where they were in their lives.

*

Good Companions

By Peter Anghelides

Ooh. This one features a future Doctor (with ginger hair, I mean can you imagine?!) running into a much older Tegan. Sadly Tegan’s life took a turn after she left the TARDIS and her adventures have now been designated as a mental breakdown; she doesn’t believe in or fully remember them, or the Doctor for that matter. Bumping into “Dr Smith” and his companion Anna leads to an encounter with a strange theatre troupe. Everything that happens is more organised than it first appears, and Anghelides’ future Doctor is a lot more invested than he seems. This is deeply melancholy by the end, but — as much as I wish we’d avoid saying that characters’ lives took nasty turns, and in any case Tegan clearly did find some happiness too — I think this approaches its ideas with sensitivity. I’m guessing it’s the story people talked about most in this collection.

*

Missing, Part Two: Message in a Bottle

By Robert Perry and Mike Tucker

At two pages long this is the shortest thing in More Short Trips, pipping Part One to the post. It describes, briefly, a message Mel left floating in space hoping that the Doctor would get it. (Paying off the last thing she said to him on screen.) But he didn’t and now he won’t, and we don’t actually know what the message was. It’s all quite melancholy.

I’m a bit at a loss with these Missing vignettes. Mel was broadly unhappy about her travels apparently (gee, thanks) and wishes she could say something to the Doctor (so perhaps it wasn’t all bad?), but these bits are so brief that they don’t really earn it. As I’ve said before, I don’t object on principle to companions having downbeat lives post-Doctor Who, although I do consider it the most obvious route to go down if we’re seeing them again. I just want it to be something. I was just saying how much effort Peter Anghelides had put into Tegan’s troubled future. The presence of both invites the comparison and it leaves this one wanting. What’s going on with Mel? Why ask if you won’t tell?

*

Femme Fatale

By Paul Magrs

Magrs is in typical madcap mode here with the Eighth Doctor, Sam and Iris orbiting Andy Warhol at the time of his attempted assassination. The Doctor’s feelings about Iris’ plagiarism of his life, multiple time zones with different written perspectives, at least one section that seems to repeat word for word presumably for reasons and a running Avengers parody all occupy the same lift in this jolly, if rather overcooked follow-up to The Scarlet Empress. My poor brain wishes that the most complicated one wasn’t last in the set, but characteristically for Magrs there’s plenty of fun to pick up even if just by osmosis.

*

And that’s More Short Trips. Cole’s theme-but-not-a-theme seems a decent enough excuse for authors simply to have at it, and quite frankly it doesn’t hurt the book at all. There are brilliant ideas in here and only a few swings and misses — with the increased story count, the odds tend to improve. Melancholy seems quite popular among the authors but there’s also a focus on creativity and fun. A breadth of scope is what you want here and the result is worth seeking out.

8/10