Monday 28 September 2020

Now We Are Six Hundred

This book is a collection of Doctor Who themed poetry, apparently written in the Time Lord's own actual voice, by the supremely talented voice-snatcher James Goss - and if that wasn't enough already it also includes a number of pretty stylish illustrations apparently by Russell T. Davies himself! The poems vary hugely in terms of content and tone, as you'd expect from one such as a Gallifreyan consciousness; but deal with the show's lore deftly and with utmost respect for the integrity of poetic form. A powerful, resonant collection in my book. Retiring really spoke to me with Twelve's distinct voice, while The Hard Stair struck me as a very timely almost whinge foreshadowing Thirteen - also there's a poem about a Dalek, which is fun, though later on I almost felt personally attacked as a poet and Whovian myself by the phrasing of one of the lines in Shortness of Breath, but that's another story for another time, probably never. To Her Coy Doctor is presumably by River Song, or Clara... or - and some of these seem to be about the Time War, which we can only presume is still going on in some kind of poetic format?* There's just so much mystery shrowding the show that it inevitably spills out when the showrunners start upselling that as pure poetic mindbombs etcetera, very enjoyable collection if you're a fan of the show. 11/10. and no that's not my score rating of 110% just a DT MS reference.



* As though the book's first inset page claims it was published in 2017 - I'm pretty confident I would have had a copy by now, and it's been retconned into reality this very year for sake of Chris Chibnall's metasocial ethical integrity for what he's doing to the Timeless Children of Sheffield and its surrounding countryside... They set giant spiders on us up here, you do know that down in London don't you? It's all a scareshow shitfest for maximal profit. Gross

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