Written
by Justin Richards
For
BBC Books
First
published May 19th 2005
The Clockwork Man kind of
gives it away a little as to what the story is about, and you get the feel that
you’ve seen and heard of these monsters before, and to an extent you have. But
what this story does, is tell of another type of clockwork monster, that can
convey human characteristics, almost flawlessly in fact, so that unless you
were sure that there was no clock in the room, would be unable to detect any
hint of a droid.
I like this story. There’s
a hint of history in this novel, of the Russian tsar and the family in hiding.
There’s trouble afoot in 1920s London, people are being attacked by heavy
handed thugs, but what they’re searching for is unclear for quite a while.
The fact that this story
is set in London, makes it more exciting. Sure, a journey into the wide blue
yonder on a planet that doesn’t really exist, makes for some fun reading – but
knowing that the story is Earth based, well, I just find it more appealing
really.
This is a 9th
Doctor story with Rose Tyler in tow. No Captain Jack I’m afraid, but enough
characters to keep the story going as there were in the 3rd Doctor
story – Carnival of Monsters.
Justin Richards is one of
my favourite Who writers. His novel ‘The Deviant Strain’ is still one of my
ultimate favourite 9th Doctor novels, plus it also features Jack
Harkness. The Clockwork Man is again a wonderful story packed full of twists
and turns and a few smiles here and there especially when you find out what’s
in the room above Rose Tyler’s in the hotel. It’s very stiff upper lip, country
club kind of attitude in much of the guests, but it’s enjoyable to read and not
as stuffy as a few old ‘classic’ period novels. Especially as, when the chips
are down, they all come out fighting!
I love the 9th
Doctor novels. Christopher Eccleston’s Doctor is perhaps a little more brusque
with Rose. He likes her, enough to want to keep her alive to send home to
Jackie once in a while, but he does allow her to think for herself, even if he
does sigh a little when she doesn’t click automatically on what the hell he’s
talking about. Some of the time through the story, I often wasn’t sure what he
was getting at either – and I’m not blond!
Overall, it’s a great
story and definitely one to pick up on a wintry evening, when the fog is
settling and the street lights come on. It’s not a scary book, as some have
been of late. It’s enjoyable though. And you may need a hanky – just saying!
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