Written
by David Whitaker
For
BBC Books
Published
in 2011
You can be easily fooled
into thinking that every book you read regarding the Doctor is going to be a
great novel, but sometimes, as with any novel, there will always be one, or a
few that you just know, reading into the first few pages, that you’re not going
to find it as interesting as the last. I’m finding that with Doctor Who and the
Crusaders.
What I realise with the
old Who novels are that, given the television series was filmed live, and so
the old tapes were recorded over, and over and over again, much of the old
series was lost, and it was only in book form, that any of the fans were able
to relive, or first hand, read of the First Doctor’s adventures in Time and
Space. So for that, I suppose I shouldn’t criticise too harshly.
Except, I am finding this
novel particularly difficult to read and not feel as if I should question
Whitaker’s writing technique. Of course, I’m not a published writer, and what
would I know about writing. The man wrote the story in the first instance, so
he knows all of the characters, and of their history within the novel as he did
in the actual serial back in the 1960s. So ideally, any comments I may have
about his style of writing should therefore be kept to myself.
There is a significant
difference between this novel and that of Bunker Soldiers. The difference in
telling the story for starters. The Crusaders novel comes with illustrations
which are fantastic and of the era, despite the novel having been published in
2011; there’s that old kind of Hardy Boys/Famous Five illustrations I remember
as a kid.
It’s a history lesson
again, this time telling of Richard the Lionheart fighting the Saracens, while
King John lavished in the castle back in England, plotting his brother’s
demise. I must admit at this point; all I can visualise of King John is the
Disney caricatures from Robin Hood – is that a bad thing?
What is also frustrating
about this novel is that, and I’m now three quarters of the way through the
story, is the lack of any alien activity, unless you count that of the
travellers with the Doctor. Only Ian seems to be doing anything heroic.
Perhaps this is just the history lesson told by the old man in the blue box, without much interfering, no waving of a sonic screwdriver and no memorable quotes to retell. I don’t know. I am just not finding anything exciting to tell you about the novel.
I’m going to keep reading
it, as I promised myself to read every novel on my shelf – and that’s a
considerably long shelf of books to work through. As for the First Doctor stories,
I’m finding him extremely uninteresting, and if it weren’t for his companions
doing most of the legwork and firing up the interest from the audience, this
particular fan would have given up long ago.
Sorry can’t rate this
novel as being something I’d recommend, unless of course, you were wishing to
gain some insight into King Richard and his life in Egypt and his battles with
Saracens.
No comments:
Post a Comment