50 years of Who: 1980

1980:

TV
The Horns of Nimon
(Shada)
The Leisure Hive
Meglos
Full Circle
State of Decay

Books
Doctor Who and the Underworld (4)
Doctor Who and the Invasion of Time (4)
Doctor Who and the Stones of Blood (4)
Doctor Who and the Androids of Tara (4)
Doctor Who and the Power of Kroll (4)
Doctor Who and the Armageddon Factor (4)
Doctor Who and the Keys of Marinus (1)
Doctor Who and the Nightmare of Eden (4)
Doctor Who and the Horns of Nimon (4)
Doctor Who and the Monster of Peladon (3)
K9 and the Time Trap
K9 and the Beasts of Vega
K9 and the Zeta Rescue
K9 and the Missing Planet
1981 Doctor Who Annual (4)

The first Who from 1980 that I encountered: As in 1974 we were out of the UK for much of the year, but back in time to catch the first episode of The Leisure Hive on 30 August. I was 13.

My favourite Who from 1980: It barely counts, but the punting scene from Shada.

Moving swiftly on from: Adric’s attempt to be a vampire convert. (And, “Lord Niiiimoooon!”)

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

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50 years of Who: 1979

1979:

TV
The Power of Kroll   (last 2 episodes)
The Armageddon Factor
Destiny of the Daleks
City of Death
The Creature from the Pit
Nightmare of Eden
The Horns of Nimon (first 2 episodes)

Books
Doctor Who and the Hand of Fear (4)
Doctor Who and the Invisible Enemy (4)
Doctor Who and the Robots of Death (4)
Doctor Who and the Image of the Fendahl (4)
Doctor Who and the War Games (2)
Doctor Who and the Destiny of the Daleks (4)
Doctor Who and the Ribos Operation (4)
1980 Doctor Who Annual (4)

The first Who from 1979 that I encountered:  I was glued to The Power of Kroll, despite its flaws, and the Armageddon Factor likewise. I was 10. But we were out of the country for the second half of the year so missed Season 17 entirely.

My favourite Who from 1979: There really is no contest, si there? I am not among the sizeable camp that sees City of Death as the best Doctor Who story ever, but I’ll happily agree that it stands head and shoulders over anything else produced that year.

Moving swiftly on from: The rest of Season 17, especially the Mandrells. (And, “Lord Niiiimooon!!!”)

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

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October Books 10) Warchild, by Andrew Cartmel

Roz stared out and saw it on the door step.
The white dog.

I see that I gave very high praise to the previous Cartmel novel in the New Adventures series. I was not as convinced by this one; I kept feeling that I had forgotten important bits of continuity, and the plot seemed to be trying to merge high-school supernatural, spy stories and possessed-animal-horror without the same success that Buffy had; while from the Whovian end, the Doctor and companions didn’t really have all that much to do with events. I did develop an interest in the emotional journeys of the main guest character and his son, but was generally a little disappointed.

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October Books 9) Returning My Sister’s Face, by Eugie Foster

When I was a little girl, I thought my mother’s name was Yuki, which means snow. That was part of her name, but I didn’t learn the rest of it until the night my father died.

I’ve known Eugie Foster online for maybe ten years now, but shamefully haven’t read much of her actual work, apart from her Nebula-winning story “Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast”. Eugie has had some bad news recently, and so I have done as she suggested and got the ebooks of her two collections, Returning My Sister’s Face and Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice and Mortal Clay, Stone Heart and Other Stories in Shades of Black and White. Judging by the first of these, I warmly recommend that you do the same.

Returning My Sister’s Face is a collection retelling various Chinese, Japanese and Korean folk stories – legends, ghost stories, what you will – in contemporary idiom and often with a slightly different take, at least according to the (very helpful) afterwords for each story. This isn’t a part of the world whose cultures I know much about, but there is a certain universality of narratives of love, family, betrayal and the blurred boundary between human, animal and spirit. I was particularly struck by her two different takes on the Yuki-onna legend, bringing some agency to this enigmatic figure. In one or two cases I did feel a chime of familiarity – “The Raven’s Brocade” (from the Japanese original about a crane) is not far from European animal wives, though with some unfamiliar twists. But mostly these were insights into a new legendarium for me, lucidly and passionately told.

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October Books 8) The Far Side Of The World, by Patrick O’Brian

‘These youngsters think too much of their ease,’ said Jack. ‘They are nothing but a parcel of helots.’
‘Pray have helots a particular nautical signification, like dogs, mice, fishes and so on?’ asked Stephen.
‘Oh no, just the ordinary sense of idle young devils, you know – limbs of Satan. I must stir them up, and make their lives a misery.’

This is more like it. I was vaguely under the impression that this came next in the series after Desolation Island

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October Books 7) The House of Seven Gables, by Nathaniel Hawthorne

But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind’s varied experience had passed there,—so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,—that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart. It was itself like a great human heart, with a life of its own, and full of rich and sombre reminiscences.

When I was about six, I remember a family trip to Salem, MA, where apart from the various witchy stuff we were encouraged to look at the House of Seven Gables. I’m not a huge architecture fan now, and I definitely wasn’t then, and I was left a bit confused as to what a gable actually was, and very confused as to why it should matter. Forty years later, I am now tolerably certain of what a gable is, but just as unsure as to why the House of Seven Gables matters. I thoroughly bounced off The Scarlet Letter a few years back, and I did not find The House of Seven Gables any better. To be honest it lost me in the second chapter, where the author attempts to engage our sympathy for poor Hepzibah, whose unearned income has dwindled to the extent that she must, horror of horrors, face the awful humiliation of opening a shop. Apparently H.P. Lovecraft was inspired by Hawthorne’s luridly over-written style, and the hints of supernatural operation across the generations that form background colour to the story; if so, I think Lovecraft did it better, and certainly more subtly (not an adverb often used of Lovecraft). But the characters are dull and stereotypical, the narrative both meandering and predictable, and the whole thing just not worth reading.

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Rain

Miserable weather outside, yet I find it strangely comforting to be indoors listening to the rain rattling against the windows. The fact is that Belfast, where I grew up, is pretty wet. Comparing its average weather with that of my wife’s home city, I see that Belfast comes out as wetter for every month but April and May, where they are the same. Belfast is particularly wet in October, so I guess rain at this time of year is especially nostalgic for me.

People complain about the rain in Belgium too; Brussels is indeed wetter than Belfast in April, May and June, but otherwise Belfast wins – and even in April, May and June, Belfast has more rainy days; more ongoing drizzle and damp than short sharp showers.

I am a bit sceptical about the numbers given for average sunshine hours per day in each month, especially for December. I can just about believe that Brussels gets 5. It seems a bit harsh to say that Belfast gets none. And it is physically impossible that Birmingham should get 11!

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October Books 6) Conjure Wife, by Fritz Leiber

Norman Saylor was not the sort of man to go prying into his wife’s dressing room. That was partly the reason why he did it.

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

There are things that Conjure Wife does tolerably well. Set in a New England college in the 1930s, it can be seen as in some ways a taproot text for future campus horror stories; the climax where Saylor attempts to rescue his wife’s soul is well-paced and gripping; there are some very effective descriptive passages. But these cannot excuse the fact of the central premise of the book: all women are, in fact, clandestine witches, and keeping it secret from us men (and from each other to an extent). The mind boggles; I guess the kindest thing to say is that the genre has come some way since 1943.

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Ow ow ow

Little U is getting bigger, and will turn 11 in a couple of months. As I lifted her up yesterday afternoon while turning around, I twisted my lower back muscles and have been in serious discomfort ever since. Looks like a day in bed with a hot water bottle for me.

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50 years of Who: 1978

1978:

TV
Underworld
The Invasion of Time
The Ribos Operation
The Pirate Planet
The Stones of Blood
The Androids of Tara
The Power of Kroll (first 2 episodes)

Books
Doctor Who and the Face of Evil (4)
Doctor Who and the Horror of Fang Rock (4)
Doctor Who and the Tomb of the Cybermen (2)
Doctor Who and the Time Warrior (3)
Doctor Who – Death to the Daleks (3)
Doctor Who and the Android Invasion (4)
Doctor Who and the Sontaran Experiment (4)
1979 Doctor Who Annual (4)
Terry Nation’s Dalek Annual 1979

The first Who from 1978 that I encountered: I definitely watched Underworld on first broadcast, starting 7 January. At least after that the only way was up…

My favourite Who from 1978: It’s a very difficult choice between the end of episode 4 of The Invasion of Time, one of the best twists in the history of the show, and the opening scenes of The Ribos Operation, with the fantastic banter between Tom Baker and Mary Tamm. The latter is of course the better story by far.

Moving swiftly on from: Underworld, especially the appalling CGI.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

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Links I found interesting for 12-10-2013

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50 years of Who: 1977

1977:

TV
The Face of Evil
The Robots of Death
The Talons of Weng-Chiang
Horror of Fang Rock
The Invisible Enemy
Image of the Fendahl
The Sun Makers

Books
Doctor Who and the Carnival of Monsters (3)
Doctor Who and the Seeds of Doom (4)
Doctor Who and the Dalek Invasion of Earth (1)
Doctor Who and the Claws of Axos (3)
Doctor Who and the Ark in Space (4)
Doctor Who and the Brain of Morbius (4)
Doctor Who and the Planet of Evil (4)
Doctor Who and the Mutants (3)
Doctor Who and the Deadly Assassin (4)
Doctor Who and the Talons of Weng-Chiang (4)
Doctor Who and the Masque of Mandragora (4)
1978 Doctor Who Annual (4)
Terry Nation’s Dalek Annual 1978

The first Who from 1977 that I encountered: By this stage I was really hooked and avidly watched Leela’s debut in the first episode of The Face of Evil on 1 January, and I think caught every other episode this year as it was first broadcast. I was 9.

My favourite Who from 1977: Those first four Leela stories are a really impressive arc. The Talons of Weng Chiang loses points for racism, but it and The Robots of Death are both fantastic. I’ll also shout for Ian Marter’s novelisation of The Ark in Space (and most of the other books evoke fond memories).

Moving swiftly on from: The giant prawn. And the cigarette factory.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

1963 | 1964 | 1965 | 1966 | 1967 | 1968 | 1969 | 1970 | 1971 | 1972 | 1973 | 1974 | 1975 | 1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1997 | 1998 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013

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50 years of Who: 1976

1976:

Another great year!

TV
The Brain of Morbius
The Seeds of Doom
The Masque of Mandragora
The Hand of Fear
The Deadly Assassin

Books
Doctor Who and the Loch Ness Monster (4)
Doctor Who and the Dinosaur Invasion (3)
Doctor Who and the Tenth Planet (1)
Doctor Who and the Ice Warriors (2)
Doctor Who and the Revenge of the Cybermen (4)
Doctor Who and the Genesis of the Daleks (4)
Doctor Who and the Web of Fear (2)
Doctor Who and the Space War (3)
Doctor Who and the Planet of the Daleks (3)
Doctor Who and the Pyramids of Mars (4)
1977 Doctor Who Annual (4)
Terry Nation’s Dalek Annual 1977

Audio
Doctor Who and the Pescatons
Exploration Earth

The first Who from 1976 that I encountered: I definitely remember watching some if not all of The Brain of Morbius, broadcast in January. I was 8.

My favourite Who from 1976: This is a great period of the show. My favourite TV story in all of Old Who is The Deadly Assassin.

Moving swiftly on from: Doctor Who and the Pescatons.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

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50 years of Who: 1975

1975:

TV
Robot (last 3 episodes)
The Ark in Space
The Sontaran Experiment
Genesis of the Daleks
Revenge of the Cybermen
Terror of the Zygons
Planet of Evil
Pyramids of Mars
The Android Invasion

Books
Doctor Who and the Curse of Peladon (3)
Doctor Who and the Cybermen (2)
Doctor Who and the Giant Robot (4)
Doctor Who and the Terror of the Autons (3)
Doctor Who and the Green Death (3)
Doctor Who and the Planet of the Spiders (3)
Doctor Who – The Three Doctors (1,2,3)
1976 Doctor Who Annual (4)
Terry Nation’s Dalek Annual 1976

The first Who from 1975 that I encountered: The first bit of Season 12 I remember catching was Episode 4 of Robot (I was 7, and puzzled why Jon Pertwee was no longer the Doctor), but after that we caught most of the stories as they were broadcast. The second episode of Revenge of the Cybermen was on my 8th birthday.

My favourite Who from 1975: Several total classics here. I think The Ark in Space is the best single story, but Genesis of the Daleks has so many excellent moments, of which my favourite is the scene where the Doctor forces Davros to cancel Dalek production, and is then nobbled by Nyder.

Moving swiftly on from: I can’t warm to The Sontaran Experiment. The violence is gratuitous and the resolution too pat.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

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Wednesday reading

Current
The House of the Seven Gables, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Far Side Of The World, by Patrick O'Brian
[Doctor Who] Warchild, by Andrew Cartmel
About Time: The Unauthorized Guide to Doctor Who, 2005-2006; Series 1 & 2, by Tat Wood

Last books finished (2 weeks)
Conjure Wife, by Fritz Leiber
[Doctor Who] Catastrophea, by Terrance Dicks
The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman
The Girl: A Life in the Shadow of Roman Polanski, by Samantha Geimer
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, by Mary Roach
A Book of Silence, by Sarah Maitland
[Doctor Who] Shroud of Sorrow, by Tommy Donbavand
Strengths Finder 2.0, by Tom Rath
[Doctor Who] The Beast of Babylon, by Charlie Higson

Next books
Returning My Sister's Face: And Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice, by Eugie Foster
Mortal Clay, Stone Heart and Other Stories in Shades of Black and White, by Eugie Foster
The Flood, by Ian Rankin
The Last Mughal, by William Dalrymple
[Doctor Who] Slow Empire, by Dave Stone

Books acquired in last 2 weeks
Returning My Sister's Face: And Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice, by Eugie Foster
Mortal Clay, Stone Heart and Other Stories in Shades of Black and White, by Eugie Foster
The Girl: A Life in the Shadow of Roman Polanski, by Samantha Geimer
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, by Mary Roach
Strengths Finder 2.0, by Tom Rath

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Links I found interesting for 09-10-2013

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50 years of Who: 1974

1974

TV
The Time Warrior (last episode)
Invasion of the Dinosaurs
Death to the Daleks
The Monster of Peladon
Planet of the Spiders
Robot (first epsiode)

Books
Doctor Who and the Auton Invasion (3)
Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters (3)
Doctor Who and the Doomsday Weapon (3)
Doctor Who and the Day of the Daleks (3)
Doctor Who and the Dæmons (3)
Doctor Who and the Sea-Devils (3)
Doctor Who and the Abominable Snowmen (2)
1975 Doctor Who Annual (3)

The first Who from 1974 that I encountered: We lived outside the UK for much of 1974, and I’m pretty sure I saw only the last episode of Robot, so my first 1974 Who was probably Doctor Who and the Auton Invasion. This was the last year for some time that I did not see any episodes of Who on first broadcast.

My favourite Who from 1974: This really isn’t my favourite era of the TV series, whereas several of these early novelisations are very good indeed. If I had to pick one it might be Doctor Who and the Day of the Daleks.

Moving swiftly on from: The dinosaurs.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

1963 | 1964 | 1965 | 1966 | 1967 | 1968 | 1969 | 1970 | 1971 | 1972 | 1973 | 1974 | 1975 | 1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1997 | 1998 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013

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October Books 5) Catastrophea, by Terrance Dicks

The Doctor smiled. ‘Perhaps not. But it’s an interesting spot all the same. A small colonial city in a state of extreme tension. Oppressed native population, arrogant colonists, uniformed guards – probably some kind of private security force, attached to some big corporation. A military presence as well. Plus a lot of very hard-bitten visitors from off-planet. Something here must be very valuable indeed.’

This is the sixth book by Terrance Dicks that I have read this year, and possibly the 82nd I have read in my life. (I think I have only the Fifth Doctor novel Warmonger and the Benny novel Mean Streets to go, of his contributions to the major Who and spinoff lines.) I can't match Phil Sandifer's eloquence, or Andrew Hickey, or indeed Tat Wood in his essay accompanying The Long Game in the lastest About Time volume; but I too owe a lot of my ability to imagine other places, other times, and most importantly other people's points of view to Terrance Dicks' clear and simple prose; and it's worth taking a moment to say that of an author in his late 70s.

Now, to the meat. Catastrophea is a fascinating engagement with colonialism. Sure, the plot is fairly obvious – the eponymous planet is at the cutting edge of a spheres-of-influence power struggle between humans and Draconians, with the drugged and oppressed natives showing worrying signs of being uppity. Under Dicks' script editorship, Old Who tried similar stories a couple of times with mixed, which is to say poor, results – Colony in Space and The Mutants being the most obvious such stories. Catastrophea, a Third Doctor/Jo novel,which is  feels a bit like reparation: the human colonial adminsitrators, though well-intentioned by their own merits, are clearly Wrong; the Draconians have their own complex internal politics to deal with and are equally clearly Wrong; the native People are ready to retake power once the colonially imposed barriers have been removed, with the Doctor's assistance. There's a certain amount of cliché – and Dicks acknowledges this with an amusing riff on Casablanca in chapter five – but the book's heart is in the right pace, and at the end the invaders all leave, the planet having been restored to its rightful inhabitants, thanks to their own efforts, the Doctor's help, and a Gollum-like intervention by one of the nastier humans. A very interesting Who novel for all kinds of reasons.

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50 years of Who: 1973

1973:

TV
The Three Doctors (last 3 episodes)
Carnival of Monsters
Frontier in Space
Planet of the Daleks
The Green Death
The Time Warrior (first 3 episodes)

Book
1974 Doctor Who Annual (3)

The first Who from 1973 that I encountered: My first definite memory of watching Who when it was first broadcast is Frontier in Space, specifically the last two episodes; I remember the Doctor’s confrontation with the Draconian emperor, and very distinctly recall the Master announcing that he had brought some old friends (ie the Daleks) to greet the Doctor. I was 6.

My favourite Who from 1973: That moment at the end of episode 3 of The Green Death when the maggot is poised to attack poor Jo!

Moving swiftly on from: None of this is awful, but Planet of the Daleks does drag a bit.

1963 | 1964 | 1965 | 1966 | 1967 | 1968 | 1969 | 1970 | 1971 | 1972 | 1973 | 1974 | 1975 | 1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1997 | 1998 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013

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50 years of Who: 1972

1972:

TV
Day of the Daleks
The Curse of Peladon
The Sea Devils
The Mutants
The Time Monster
The Three Doctors (first episode)

Book
1973 Doctor Who Annual (3)

The first Who from 1972 that I encountered: I am not completely certain if I saw any of the episodes at the time; this was the year I turned 5. The Three Doctors, whose first episode was shown on 30 December, was repeated in 1981 as part of the Five Faces of Doctor Who season. I was 14 then.

My favourite Who from 1972: I really like The Curse of Peladon, an attempt to get political that rather bravely misfires.

Moving swiftly on from: The Mutants, where the best bit is the scenery of the location filming, and the second best bit is Geoffrey Palmer (killed in the first episode)

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

1963 | 1964 | 1965 | 1966 | 1967 | 1968 | 1969 | 1970 | 1971 | 1972 | 1973 | 1974 | 1975 | 1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1997 | 1998 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013

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October Books 4) The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman

It looked as if someone had cut a patch out of the air, about two metres from the edge of the road, a patch roughly square in shape and less than a metre across. If you were level with the patch so that it was edge-on, it was nearly invisible, and it was completely invisible from behind. You could only see it from the side nearest the road, and you couldn’t see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: a patch of grass lit by a street light.
But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch on the other side was in a different world.

I promised after re-reading the first of these that I would get to the second in a couple of months; that was over three years ago. The good thing about this volume is that what had appeared to be entirely a parallel world now turns out to be linkable to our own, from which Will joins the adventure; and there’s lots more gutwrenching stuff about parents and children, and treacherous magicians and well-intentioned scientists. But I do agree that it’s a huge shame that Lyra, so much the central character of the first book, has her agency largely removed in this one, and there’s a real middle-volume-of-the-trilogy feeling about it.

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October Books 3) The Girl: A Life in the Shadow of Roman Polanski, by Samantha Geimer

Roman Polanski’s arrest was, in a sense, my arrest. Because I am that thirteen-year-old girl.
Oh for God’s sakes, it’s all such ancient history, you might say. After all, it’s 2013: he’s eighty, I’m fifty. He is one of the most celebrated filmmakers in the world. I have a great husband, great kids, a great life. What do his problems, at this point, have to do with me?
Well, nothing. And everything.

I picked this up after a Twitter debate initiated by @EyeEdinburgh last weekend, in order to educate myself about this particular notorious case. It's a lucid and short book, where Samantha Geimer recounts the story of how Roman Polanski drugged and raped her at Jack Nicholson’s house one evening in 1977, and her life before and after, particularly the subsequent legal battle (which she blames largely on the media-driven mentality of the judge in the case; Polanski was willing to settle on the terms agreed by her and her family). Judith Newman, her ghost-writer, has done a fantastic job of conveying Geimer's voice, and gets a deserved namecheck at the end.

I should say that I have not seen a single minute of any of Polanski's films, so I read it very much as a generic account of what happens when a famous man does a monstrous thing, rather than with any particular views on his gifts or otherwise as an artist. (On his artistic credentials, the point that struck me from the narrative was this: when he brought Samantha home after his assault, the point at which her mother and step-father smelt a rat was when he showed them the photographs he had been taking of her – they simply weren't very good.) One cannot help but be struck by the similarity of the arguments used on Polanski's behalf at the time to those used last year by apologists for Julian Assange, or by Dominique Strauss-Kahn's lawyers the year before. Nothing much has changed since 1977.

On a much more trivial topic, it's very irritating that if @EyeEdinburgh comments here using her Twitter account, she will get a nice Twitter userhead beside her username, but there doesn't seem to be an easy way for me to refer to her in that way in the body of the post. Dreamwidth brought in the <user name=EyeEdinburgh site=twitter.com> code several years ago; if LJ have followed suit, I haven't seen it and can't find it in the FAQ.

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October Books 2) Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, by Mary Roach

The family of UM 006 does not know what happened to him this evening. They know only that he donated his remains for use in medical education or research.

Having read Mary Roach’s books on sex and space, I was looking forward to reading her book about death, which is after all the one thing that will happen to all of us. In the end I found it a little disappointing; it was her first book, and the compassionate, witty but explicit style which makes her more recent books so successful is less well developed here. And in the end it’s just a series of stories about scientists working on things that used to be (parts of) people, and the story is very much focussed on the scientists rather than their subjects. Yes, there’s a considerable squick factor in a lot of it; this is all very sensitive stuff. But it didn’t light up for me as I had hoped. I guess that corpses are simply not very entertaining, which is as it should be.

One rather grim point arising: it’s never too early to think about organ donation. Here in Belgium we have presumed consent

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October Books 1) A Book of Silence, by Sarah Maitland

I was falling in love with silence. Like most people with a new love, I became increasingly obsessed by it – wanting to know more, to go further, to understand better.

I think that a lot of us would like a quieter life. Sarah Maitland is fortunate enough to have been able to find one, and in this memoir she chronicles her own quest for a silent space for reflection, with many reflections on the historical and religious precedents. I realised that my own cultural associations with silence, having been educated at a convent grammar school, are on the whole more positive than those of many native English speakers; Gibbon has a lot to answer for, in that by demonising monks he also demonised the contemplative life. On the other hand, the one time I attended a Quaker meeting I felt very uncomfortable.

I was particularly fascinated by the awful story of the 1968-69 Golden Globe Race, in which one contestant decided not to finish the race but to just keep on sailing, and another, knowing that he was failing, faked his log books and took his own life. Sometimes when social distractions have been removed, we find that our priorities get drastically reordered; and sometimes we can’t deal with the results.

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50 years of Who: 1971

1971:

TV
Terror of the Autons
The Mind of Evil
The Claws of Axos
Colony in Space
The Dæmons

(This is the only year since 1964 in which no new Doctor Who book was published, not even an annual.)

The first Who from 1971 that I encountered: My first contemporaneous memory of Who is not from any of the the usual media: I clearly recall the great Sugar Smacks promotion of 1971 (I would have been 4). The first TV story from this year that I watched was Terror of the Autons, fairly late into my post-2005 catchup.

My favourite Who from 1971: Terror of the Autons, because of the introduction of the Master and Jo (and to a lesser extent Mike). I know this is slightly heresy; there’s a good case also for The Dæmons.

Moving swiftly on from: Pigbin Josh.

So, what was your favourite of the above? What is the best bit? (And if you like, what is the worst bit?)

1963 | 1964 | 1965 | 1966 | 1967 | 1968 | 1969 | 1970 | 1971 | 1972 | 1973 | 1974 | 1975 | 1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1997 | 1998 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013

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September Books 19) Shroud of Sorrow, by Tommy Donbavand

‘Yes,’ said the Doctor, indicating the date at the top of the page. ‘It’s 23 November 1963. We’re in Dallas, Texas – the day after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.’

This is the third of the three Eleventh Doctor novels published this year, and the first one to feature Clara – it may at this rate turn out to be the only Eleven/Clara novel, depending on the BBC’s publication plans for the rest of the year. It’s not the only story to be set on 23 November 1963, but it’s also not the worst, using the backdrop of Kennedy’s death for an alien being that feeds off sorrow, with some nice descriptive moments and considerable continuity service. It will set the scene nicely for younger readers wanting to sense the history of the show in advance of next month’s celebrations.

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The Sarah Jane Adventures

Having wrapped up Torchwood a few weeks back, I've now reached the end of The Sarah Jane Adventures in my New Who rewatch. I had previously seen only the first two and a half of the five series, plus the Matt Smith episode, so a fair bit of it was new to me. I strongly recommend them all; in a previous discussion the view was expressed that there is one episode that is a bit duff, but I actually enjoyed it, and Suranne Jones, guesting as the Mona Lisa, is clearly trying out for her role as the incarnate Tardis a few months later.

In particular, I want to single out the fourth season as a moment when the show really does hit the right note every time. This is the season that includes the Old Who meets New Who Death of the Doctor (watch it yourself – Part 1, Part 2), Katy Manning returning as Jo Grant (now Jo Jones, of course), Finn "Loras Tyrell" Jones as her grandson, and David "William Hartnell" Bradley as an evil vulture alien. There's a view that Matt Smith is at his absolute best in this story; he's certainly at the top of his game, and everyone is brilliant.

Without being too snarky, one of the strengths of Season 4 is that Tommy Knight, who plays Sarah Jane's adopted son Luke and is frankly the weakest of the regular cast, gets shuffled off to Oxford in the first episode and appears only occasionally thereafter, leaving the field to the much stronger Daniel Anthony as Clyde and Anjli Mohindra as Rani, plus of course Lis Sladen herself as our heroine. I still miss Yasmine Paige, who played Maria in the first series, but it's a strong line-up. The fifth and sadly truncated final season brings in twelve-year-old Sinead Michael as another human child created by aliens, adopted by Sarah, and she shows promise; though the best story of the three is the middle one, The Curse of Clyde Langer, where poor Clyde finds that he is rejected by everyone, a brilliant evocation of teenage isolation. (NB that Clyde's mother is played by an actress only eight years older than the cherubic Daniel Anthony.)

It's a shame that the Sarah Jane Adventures never quite got the wider fandom traction that Torchwood did – and I include myself in that criticism, having watched only a few more than half of the stories first time round. They do catch the sense of adventure of Old Who well, and they are comfortingly familiar in format for us old school fans, with roughly half-hour episodes and cliff-hangers. And they remind us old 'uns that we were right about Lis Sladen and Sarah Jane back in the 1970s, when so much else has changed since.

Where might we have gone? Luke was gayAce would have reappearedthe giant spiders were toyed with but discarded.

While we're on the subject, I also want to praise the ten Sarah Jane audiobooks, which are surely the only range of Who spinoff audios which made it into double figures without a single duff entry. Eight of the ten were read by Elisabeth Sladen, the last two by Daniel Anthony and Anjli Mohindra. They're a great way of passing a CD-length of time, especially with fans or potential fans of the appropriate age group.

I'll leave you with the last minute of the last episode broadcast during Elisabeth Sladen's lifetime. You may find you have something in your eye at the end.

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