Time and
Relative
NOVEMBER 2001
2001 saw the
start of a
new format for Doctor Who. Telos Publishing’s range of
novellas may have been
short-lived, but during their run they won a great deal of acclaim. I
myself originally planned to collect the set, but the relatively high
price tag put me off. Whilst ten pounds is by no means expensive for a
well-made hardback publication, my budget had to be spent wisely and
so buying one short for the price of two full-length novels didn’t seem
too attractive. After buying the first three releases, I then dipped
occasionally into the range to purchase those which had been recommended
to me. Now I’ve come back to my small collection, having not read these
books in some time. With the proliferation of Doctor Who material, how
well do these works stand up?
Time and
Relative kicked the range off in fine style. Immediately upon
receiving the book, I was impressed by just how classy the thing was. A
beautifully produced, sleek hardback, with the words Doctor Who boldly
embossed on its surface as if daring anyone to say that this wasn’t
respectable literature. If I’d have been richer, I’d have paid £25 for the
deluxe version with the frontispiece. As it is, I settled for the standard
edition. Telos pointed out when they announced the range that they were
eager to try story concepts that would not normally make it into the Who
canon, and Time and Relative is a perfect example of that – a story set
before the series very first episode, an area normally considered out of
bounds except in the most auspicious of occasions.
Novelist and
film / television critic Kim Newman is a very wise choice of author to
start the range. Newman is a talented author and a huge fan of
black and white Doctor Who, and as Justin Richards points out in his opening
foreword and closing analysis of the book, he also seems to have a perfect
grasp of what Doctor Who was when it first began. This story
really feels as if it was created just before An Unearthly Child was
broadcast in November 1963.
The
author chooses
to dispense with the third person narrative structure that is common for
Who novels, instead giving us a story narrated by Susan, ostensibly taken
from her diary entries. Apart from raising the obvious question of when she
found time to write this all down, this is a very
effective device, allowing us a glimpse into the mind of one of the
series’ most mysterious
characters. Somehow, beardy old man Newman gets into the head of a fifteen
year-old girl very convincingly, realistically fleshing her out with the
niggling worries and concerns that an adolescent would surely have had to
deal with as a schoolgirl in
the 1960s. Yet he also manages to give a feel of Susan as an alien,
somehow balancing the naïve schoolgirl and the mysterious extraterrestrial
in a way the television show never managed. Particularly evocative are the
passages in which she describes the ‘Fog’, a sort of painful mental
barrier that blocks any thoughts of her homeworld and past life now that she has
settled on Earth.
There are
several minor characters, most noticeably John and Gillian, clearly named
after Doctor Who’s plucky grandchildren in the earliest comic strip
tie-ins, but just as clearly not intended to be the same characters. Both
are schoolmates of Susan, at Coal Hill. John is an awkward but highly
intelligent boy, an outsider at school, nicknamed ‘the Martian’ due to his
vague resemblance to the Mekon from Dan Dare, who John is quick to
point out is actually Venusian. Brought up by his militaristic yet caring
father, John is caught between family expectations, pier pressure and his
own interests in life. Gillian is equally an outsider. A girl with a good
mind, pulled down by her dyslexia, she also has to deal with an abusive
father. While this detail adds a poignancy to Gillian’s story – she can
only truly function when caring for someone else, as she can then ignore
her own problems – it also raises some of the novels themes, in that the
way teachers and friends pretend not to know about the abuse mirrors their
later refusal to believe what’s happening to them.
After an opening
third that deals almost exclusively with Susan’s school life, the novella
suddenly kicks into gear, transforming into a horror-thriller. A severe
cold spell affecting London turns out to be the work of an ancient
ice-based intelligence, referred to as the Cold Knight, or
simply the Cold. Having been awoken by some mining or some such, the being
is dismayed to find hot little humans running all over its planet, and
sets about ridding itself of them. Cue a great deal of truly horrific
moments, as flesh is stripped by razor-sharp snowflakes, icicles impale
children and animated snowmen go on the hunt. It’s powerful, chilling
imagery (excuse the pun). Even more disturbing than this, however, is the
reaction of the adult
populace; unlike the children, they seem incapable of registering the
threat, so far is it beyond their experience. It’s up to the youngsters to
fend for themselves, fighting off not only the Cold Knight, but also the
idiocy and bigotry of the adults they are trying to save.
Thus,
finally, we come to the Doctor. Despite only appearing in the closing
parts of the book, his presence is felt throughout. Susan writes
about him frequently in her diary, as one would expect. However, it’s
surprising that, alongside her affection for him, she sees him as quite a
distant, sometimes frightening figure. She admits that even she doesn’t
know much about him. Nevertheless, Susan is certain that her grandfather
is the only one who can help fight off the Cold. The problem is, the
Doctor has already made contact with the intelligence. He has at his
fingertips an easy way to stop it – but sees no reason too. Earth was the
Cold’s planet first, and the Doctor, as he’s only too happy to remind
everyone, is forbidden to interfere in any circumstance. This is the
Doctor as he was back at the very beginning, cold and aloof, and he’s
never seemed more alien.
In the end, of
course, the Doctor comes round, turned to our side not by human protest or
even Susan’s insistence, but by the simple creativity and kindness of a
small boy. There’s a wonderful
moment where you can practically here something snap in the Doctor’s head, as the Fog lifts
and the barriers break. He takes the Cold to Pluto (with a potential
side-trip hidden away during this trip), and suddenly, the transformation
into the hero we will later love is possible. However, the vents have
certainly not been without cost, and Susan’s life will never be quite the
same.
Powerful,
chilling and moving, Time and Relative is an excellent start to a range
that, while not always delivering on its initial promise, was never afraid
to try something brave and new with the raw materials of Doctor Who.
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As it’s now getting on for
nine
years since the first of Telos Publishing’s
Doctor Who novellas was published, I thought it was high time that
I finally scoured eBay and found out what all the rumpus was about.
Having originally been put off by high prices and low word counts, now
that I’ve read Time and Relative - the first of what would
eventually prove to be fifteen decidedly contentious releases – I wish
that I’d have taken the plunge much sooner.
These novellas are the most beautifully bound of any Doctor Who
books that I’ve ever come across, new series tie-ins included. Hardbound
in plain, textured covers, sullied only with the classic series logo; the
title of the story; and the author’s name, these books have a sense
of elegance about them that eludes even the most discerning of their
full-length counterparts. The whole package reeks of care and attention to
detail – we have glossy frontispieces (in the deluxe editions); forewords
from distinguished writers and actors; heck, there’s even a built-in
bookmark! And so whilst these novellas (particularly the ‘deluxe’
editions) may cost a small fortune when compared to standard Doctor Who
pulp fiction, it isn’t hard to see where the extra money went.
However, as important as a book’s binding and presentation is, it isn’t
worth a jot unless
the story that it houses is worth its salt. It is fortunate, then, that
noted scribe and pundit Kim Newman’s introductory effort is one of the
most engaging and refreshing pieces of Doctor Who fiction that I’ve
read in years.
Set
around eight months prior to the series’ iconic first episode,
An Unearthly Child,
Time and Relative
was a bold - and I dare
say inspired - attempt to recapture the initial magic and mystery
that is commensurate with the Doctor’s initial spate of black and
white adventures. But if handled poorly, a Doctor Who prequel
could have had exactly the opposite effect – it must have been so
tempting to flesh out the tentative framework fashioned by those
such as Marc Platt in earlier books, but doing so would have all
but killed the magic that this novella strives so hard to bring back.
You won’t find any references to Gallifreyan Academies, cousins
or progenerative chambers here; indeed, even the words ‘Doctor’
and ‘TARDIS’ are noticeably absent.
In the same vein, Newman also resists the urge to pander to certain
prequel traditions, such as having Susan name the TARDIS here (it remains
“the Box” throughout) or explain how the travellers came to be on Earth.
He does, however, include some suitably nostalgic, but nonetheless
potentially baffling, elements. For instance, John and Gillian (erstwhile
stars of the series’ Action! and TV Comic strips) appear
here as school chums of Susan, and Susan reveals that she has two hearts
(a facet of Gallifreyan physiognomy that wasn’t revealed on television
until Spearhead from Space in 1970).
Furthermore, coming to these novellas many years after the event, I was
delighted to find
that the pace and economy of the format suited my ever-diminishing
attention span quite perfectly – in fact, the structure and speed of
Time and Relative put me in mind of a new series episode (albeit a
Doctor-lite one!)
What I think makes Time and Relative so remarkable though
is how it
manages to capture
what I imagine the London of
1963 must have been like.
The author’s use of Susan’s diary
as a conduit allows him to instil
his story with so much flavour –
the journal is positively flooded with references to the Beatles, the
cane, detention, bullies, and even the atom bomb.
And
Susan certainly makes for an interesting narrator; the character is drawn
better here than she ever has been. Newman circumvents the potentially
mystery-killing problem of her revealing too much about herself by having
her afflicted by “fog patches” in her memory – “fog patches” that are
evidently shared by her grandfather. This device also allows Newman to be
rather liberal with some of the series’ basic tenets, deepening the
intrigue further. For instance, here Susan isn’t even sure whether she is
actually from another planet, or another plane of existence altogether. It
certainly makes you think…
Further,
Newman’s menace is one that could have plausibly sprung from the Big
Freeze of 1963 – the Cold itself. Snowmen coming to life with hostile
intent, animated by a dormant
life form that inhabited the Earth long before humans (or indeed Eocenes)
ever did, is an enchanting proposition in so many ways. Thought-provoking,
eerie, and wholly redolent, Newman could not have come up with a better
hook to hang his story on.
And although the idea of a pre-existing life form laying claim to the
planet may not be an original one, the dilemma that it creates for the
Doctor allows Newman to explore the dark and mysterious aspects of his
character that, inevitably, have since been despoiled. The author’s
portrayal of the pre-Unearthly Child Doctor is even darker and more
ominous than the man that would pick up a rock with murderous intent on
the TARDIS’s next journey. When we eventually meet Susan’s mysterious
“grandfather” here, he isn’t trying to save the world from the Cold
Knights – in fact, he’s desperately trying stop his ship tipping the
balance of the conflict one way or the other. “Fog” or no “fog”, that’s
not our Doctor.
“You’d let your own granddaughter die rather than throw a switch.
You’re worse than anyone in history ever. Don’t you have feelings at all?”
And, although the Doctor does ultimately decide to meddle (presumably) for
the first time, more than anything else his decision to do so appears to
be based on his granddaughter’s counsel. This is particularly interesting
given that, by her own admission, Susan’s decision
to champion humanity could quite easily have gone the other way on a whim;
on the back of something as fickle as horrendous session of “Double Geog”,
or the ill-timed attentions of the school bully, “F.M.”
Overall then, I found Time and Relative to be an unremitting
delight; if not one of the best, then certainly one of the most thoughtful
and evocative Doctor Who stories that I’ve ever read. Fair enough,
it may be a little bit liberal when it comes to the droves of continuity
that inevitably accompany a forty-odd year old franchise, but even so I
think it feels more like a natural extension of the canon, as opposed to a
Death Comes to Time-style reinvention of
it. Besides, as the Doctor himself says here, whilst lost in the throes of
a beautifully apt rant: “We mustn’t be too consistent…”
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