Just to let everyone know – I’m finally getting my act together, and have a brand new website in development. I’ll post links here as soon as I have something live.
Thanks for reading!
Well, it’s out.
Yesterday, my new Doctor Who novel, Engines of War, hit the shelves of bookshops and the doormats of those people kind enough to pre-order.
It’s the first solo adventure of John Hurt’s War Doctor, and the first story to take place entirely during the Time War. (Wow. When I write it out like that, it still causes me to catch my breath).
Today, I’m feeling a little shell-shocked from all the excitement. I can’t quite believe the response from fans, which has been universally positive, generous and genuinely excited. Phew!
It was such a privilege to be given the opportunity to write a new tale for this little-known incarnation of the Doctor, and a little terrifying at the same time. Writing a book like this is fraught with peril. Every Doctor Who fan the world over has an idea in their head about what went on during the Time War, and I was very conscious when setting out that I left room for all of that to be true. It’s important, I think, that the Time War continues to fulfil that function for fans – everything that you, your friend, any of us imagined, did happen. Of course it did. That’s the beauty of a ‘time war’.
Similarly, though, I tried very hard to do it justice, to tell a tale that was both epic and personal, that revealed some secrets, and had one foot in the past and one in the future.
It’s a little early to be talking spoilers, I think (the book isn’t out in the US for a few more weeks), but one of the things I’ve been most delighted to see is that people really seem to get that I was aiming to strengthen the bridge between the classic series and the modern series, to offer a sense that this is all one continuous show, and that the Time War is the thing that happened in the gap. It was the ever-insightful Paul Magrs who pointed out to me that it read like a feature film made during the hiatus, and I realised that was exactly what I’d set out to do.
I hope people continue to enjoy it. It was an absolute blast to write.
Thank you to everyone who’s bought a copy and taken the time to show their support and talk about the book online. It really does make a difference.
Here’s an article I wrote for Tor.com a while back about William Hartnell’s First Doctor. I thought it might be nice to represent it here, given the approaching 50th anniversary of the show.
William Hartnell was an alien.
Okay, perhaps not literally (although I admit I have no definitive proof either way), but as an actor creating a role for the very first time, he certainly knew how to portray the otherworldliness that’s now become such a quintessential element of the Doctor’s personality.
I think it’s easy for people to underestimate the impact that this had on the overall success of Doctor Who as a television show, and also on the way in which subsequent actors developed the role of the principle character.
At the time, in the early 1960s, there was nothing else like Doctor Who on the screens of Great Britain. And for all of the wobbly sets and fluffed lines, what the BBC managed to create was an enduring, limitless show that, even today, almost fifty years later, still stands up well against the vast swathes of television drama that now vie for our attention.
For me, Hartnell’s portrayal of the Doctor was a fundamental component of this success. When Hartell was on screen, he stole the show. His Doctor was both stately and occasionally bumbling, crotchety and kindly. He forgot people’s names but demonstrated a fundamental understanding of the inner workings of the universe. He didn’t always know what it was to be human, or how human beings behave, but he found ways to empathise with his companions. He showed impatience, but also great tolerance. And what’s more, he came across as fundamentally alien, an ancient traveller, drawn to Earth for obscure, unknown reasons.
I came to Hartnell late. He wasn’t ‘my Doctor’. That was Peter Davison, the Fifth Doctor, who was on screens when I was growing up. But Hartnell stole my affections from the moment I first saw him on screen.
It was a few years ago now, before the show returned to our screens in 2005, that I decided to see if I could watch every episode of Doctor Who in order, from the very start. Ultimately, I failed in this task due to the immensity of it, and the difficulty in tracking down all of the episodes, and, well, because life kind of got in the way. But I did manage to watch and listen my way through every surviving episode of the Hartnell years. And consequently, I’ve gone back and done it again, since. I can only begin to describe the impression those stories have made on me.
The era of the First Doctor perfectly captures that all-important sense of wonder, when – as a viewer – we’re allowed to see for the first time into that secret, exciting, incredible world of this benevolent alien. Most of the show we still see today is present there, too, in these early stories. The Doctor is perhaps a little more enigmatic – we don’t yet know of Gallifrey, and his history, and the Time Lords – but the format is there, as is the myth, and the fantasy, and the science fiction. There is also historical adventure there, too, an element of the show that was later dropped in favour of more fantastical stories. But even that change occurred during the Hartnell years, during a four part story called The Time Meddler, when the Meddling Monk, another of the Doctor’s people, turns up in 1066 with a record player and a TARDIS of his own.
There are moments in these stories when Hartnell really shines as the Doctor, such as his wonderful first, enigmatic appearance in the pilot episode, An Unearthly Child, or when he first faced the Daleks, or when he found himself impersonating an agent of Robespierre during the French Revolution.
Sadly, a number of Hartnell’s appearances as the Doctor are now lost, deleted by the BBC in the era before home video, when the broadcasters were moving to colour and thought that no one would be interested in old black and white shows anymore. There are well over forty missing Hartnell episodes of the show, including the complete run of perhaps the finest historical story the series ever produced, Marco Polo, and most of the epic twelve part The Daleks’ Masterplan. Sadly, Hartnell’s final appearance as the Doctor, the last episode of The Tenth Planet, which features the first appearance of the Cybermen, as well as introducing the concept of regeneration, is also missing. The search for copies of all of these episodes continues around the world in the dusty archives of television stations as far and wide as Europe, Africa and the Middle East.
The soundtracks of these stories do still exist, however, as off-air recordings made by enthusiasts and fans at the time of their original broadcast. Now cleaned up and released by the BBC with linking narration, they provide us with an insight into this most fascinating of the show’s eras, and the genesis of the show we all still know and love today.
Hartnell may not be the definitive Doctor for many people, but he was the first, and his legacy permeates everything about the show, even now. When Matt Smith’s Eleventh Doctor recently flashed his psychic paper at a bunch of vampires in a catacomb beneath Venice, only to realise a moment later that it was really his library card and that the photo ID was actually a picture of his first incarnation, I admit I felt a little thrill. Even now, in this age of 3D movies, high definition and digital streaming, this actor from the era before television, born in 1908, is still remembered for the role he originally made his own.
Recently, I had the privilege to be asked to write an original audio story for Hartnell’s First Doctor, to be performed by the remarkable William Russell, the actor who played his companion, Ian Chesterton. For me, this felt like the culmination of all of those years of watching and being inspired by Hartnell’s performance on the show. More than that, though, it felt like I was paying tribute to the man who first created this most important of roles on screen, and in some small way continuing to keep the spirit of that wonderful era alive.
And so, I’ll end with a recommendation. If you’ve never had the pleasure of watching the very First Doctor on screen, then go and look out a copy of An Unearthly Child on DVD and see where it all began. You won’t be disappointed.
I’ve not been very good at posting here lately, have I? I’ll try harder. In my defence, I’ve been beavering away on the next novel, and sorting out edits on the last one.
Anyway, I just wanted to pop by and recommend this wonderful new audio play. Vince Cosmos, Glam Rock Detective is by the indefatigable Paul Magrs, and published by Bafflegab Productions. I’ll try to post a proper write up soon, but suffice to say I absolutely loved it, and desperately want Bafflegab and Paul to do more.
Here’s what they say about it on the Bafflegab website:
Why have sales of spray-on glitter gone up sevenhundredfold in one year?
Why has a one-time songster on the drab folk scene suddenly reincarnated himself as an ambisexual rock god hero who claims he has come to save the Earth?
Just what are those strange, multi-coloured lights in the sky? Can anyone say for certain?
It’s 1972 and Vince Cosmos is all the rage. He is the enigmatic Glam Rock star who sings about being an alien and whose followers worship him. Poppy Munday is the secretary of his fan club – Sunderland chapter – and all her dreams are about to come true when she finds herself drawn into the strange orbit of the Seventies’ most fabulous star.
But what if Vince Cosmos really is an alien? One engaged in a secret battle with aliens already on Earth?
Written by acclaimed novelist Paul Magrs (Never the Bride, Doctor Who), Vince Cosmos: Glam Rock Detective! is the first in a brand-new series of mysteries set in groovy 1970s London, and stars Julian Rhind-Tutt as the eponymous stack-heeled hero.
It’s finally here! The Newbury & Hobbes Christmas Annual 2013, published today by Obverse Books (www.obversebooks.co.uk) and limited to only 100 copies!
This is the only new Newbury & Hobbes book published this year, as we’re gearing up for a very busy year next year. It’s a real confection of Christmas themed stuff, including new stories, brilliant artwork by Mark Manley, a crossword, a recipe, a board game, a short comic strip, character profiles…all the sorts of things you’d expect from an annual, really.
For those interested, the stories included are: The Only Gift Worth Giving, Old Friends, A Rum Affair, Christmas Spirits and The Shattered Teacup. The short two page comic strip is called A Day in the Life.
Once they’re gone, they’re gone forever, so get them while they’re hot. It’s set to be the rarest N&H book ever!
Just popping up briefly to point you to a blog post by the most excellent Mags L Halliday regarding her story in my upcoming anthology, The Encounters of Sherlock Holmes. You can find the piece here: http://magslhalliday.co.uk/?p=1836