Another Eighth Doctor novel, with the Foamasi and Wirrrn (Russell adopts the Ian Marter spelling) competing for attention in subverting a future interplanetary Olympic Games. Russell’s depiction of the Foamasi is competent and his Wirrrn are memorably awful and nearly invincible. But the book is somewhat spoiled by a half-hearted enquiry into the nature of religious belief, which is territory usually left unexplored in the Whoniverse, and I think wisely so.
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My climbing experience is limited to indoor climbing and scrambling up a few slopes in California national parks, which has mostly taught me that I currently lack both the stamina and the good judgement to tackle something like Everest. It doesn’t surprise me that many people are drawn to Everest, but it does astonish me that people do it with so little preparation.