Foreign Devils
NOVEMBER 2002
I really don’t see what made
Foreign Devils such a popular release back in 2002. A paranormal
mystery cut from the same cloth as his Big Finish audio drama, Winter
for the Adept, the only thing extraordinary about Andrew Cartmel’s
contribution to the Telos range is that it features William Hope Hodgson’s
supernatural detective, Carnacki - a gimmick that I’d have been blissfully
ignorant of, were it not for Mike Ashley’s introduction.
Usually
a great admirer of Cartmel’s work, I found this little novelette doubly
disappointing. Cartmel’s scheming second Doctor reads like the seventh in
a mop wig; a facet of this story that, particularly when fused with some
incongruous sexual allusions and the absence of the stalwart Jamie, really
knocks Foreign Devils considerably off beam. Which is most probably
the point, I suppose.
“Her nipples were revealed as perfect pink rose buds sprouting from the
inhumanly smooth domes of her milky breasts.”
Of course, Cartmel’s story does have its moments – Celandine’s stunning
transformation into a plant is a notable highlight, though even this feels
a little unbefitting thanks to the number of times her nudity is
highlighted. I’m all for a bit of oomph in the New Adventures and
the like, but in what purports to be monochrome Who? It just feels
wrong somehow. Brave, and I dare say commendable, but wrong nevertheless.
Overall then, I found Foreign Devils to be an extremely
unsatisfactory read; so much so, in fact, that I didn’t even bother with
Hodgson’s “Whistling Room” that rounds out the book’s page count.
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