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In all seriousness, this book has made me look at Doctor Who (a show I already love) in a whole new way. I understand it so much better and Russel T. Davies is a living genius. You cannot convinced me otherwise.
Davies and Cook exchanged emails and texts for the last two years of Davies' tenure as show-runner of Doctor Who (ie 2007-2009), so the narrative is spontaneous, spur of the moment, and feels very genuine (though of course the reader cannot know what has been edited out in the process). I had already read the first half, and Cook and Davies spend some time in the second half discussing the reception of the original version. Davies is perpetually struggling with deadlines, with his other responsibilities as showrunner, with his role as a public figure and spokesman not only for his own show but for his industry.
The book offers insights into the process of writing, crafting and drafting, trying to get it right, over the period of weeks and months of producing Doctor Who. Occasionally one can trace particular elements to the outside world: Ben Cook, normally a passionate but detached observer, persuades Davies not to end Journey's End with a Cyberman teaser for The Next Doctor. But more often the writers are drawing on their own emotional resources and imagination, trying as it were to find the story that is trying to get out - there is a nice moment when Davies, emailing Cook, suddenly realises that Wilf Mott should be the instrument of the Tenth Doctor's demise.
Structured as a dialogue between two writers, with lots of pretty pictures and extra amaterial, it is also about a success: whether or not one is a fan of Who or of Davies' treatment of it, the fact is that he revived a faded franchise and made it a hit, and that in itself is a good story even if we are only getting the final years. I commented about the first edition that there were a lot of deaths in it; there is only one in the second half, but it is significant - the mother of the Executive Producer, Julie Gardner, of the same illness which Davies' own mother had succumbed to a few years earlier. While of course all authors draw on many life experiences, it's not too fanciful, I think, to see a direct link between this and the creation of the Claire Bloom character in The End of Time, who in Davies' mind is very explicitly the Doctor's own mother.
The Writer's Tale, however, is probably the best book about Doctor Who that will ever be written, and of immense interest to anyone who cares about television, sf, or indeed the creative process.
There are any number of books on writing that detail how to go about it. I've read more than my fair share of them, seeking advice on how to spark up my own literary offerings (hint: the only advice that ALL writers offer is to read a ton and write a ton and to keep doing it). To read about the process from the guy who restarted possibly-my-all-time-favourite TV show is, to coin a phrase, FANTASTIC!
Mr Davies reads like he talks, at about a mile a minute. I think I would have hated to have had him in my classroom as he appears to be that kid with an opinion on everything. But he does sparkle, and he does make you nod and he does make you understand how writing can transform a life and that, while it may seem effortless - and, when you're in the moment, rattling off several thousand words a day is pretty easy - making it read well is a completely different matter. He also really enjoys writing and telling stories and creating memorable characters and situations and, while I don't think his era of The Show was particularly brilliant about realistic SF (Season 18 was about the only time in the shows 35 seasons/ 50-something years, IMNSHO, that there were people involved who really tried to make the S as prominent as the F), he did create some terrific drama.
It helps that he has a sounding board in Benjamin Cook, who interrupts or erratically steers the conversation back on topic with some well-thought or well-targeted questions about the creative process. And, in true organic collaborative style, some of the ideas brought up influence the direction of the scripts.
And it is the scripts that are another real highlight here: we get draft versions of four episodes (Voyage Of The Damned, Partners In Crime, The Stolen Earth and Journey's End) and it is really interesting to see them in comparison to their televised counterparts, with commentary from Mr Davies about how they would/ did change from paper to screen.
Great fun, insightful and often hilarious.
And to me he is 80% utterly wrong all of the time. There’s a passage where he is crackling with joy at finally working out a plot point and I can’t help but be honest and think “and that was a terrible plot point”. Because the problem is that most of the time RTD is singing the praises and extolling the virtues of his own work on the series, work which I think was almost entirely rotten
He goes to great ends to explain how his structures and writing may look like it’s thrown together but is actually carefully pieced together. And that’s astonishing to me because that means incredible effort has gone into what I see as the worst and laziest bits of writing in Doctor Who history. Because I only like two RTD episodes - Midnight and Gridlock, possibly bits of Love and Monsters, Utopia and Partners in Crime - and consider about ten of his stories as the very worst in fifty odd years of the show, this book is a struggle because it’s a very charismatic and likeable man being continually, utterly wrong
Marvel at him bemoaning using the sonic screwdriver as a plot point when he himself does it all the time! Boggle at his friendliness with Michael Grade where he throws the show under the bus for a cheap gag! Desperately try and avoid the fact RTD seems on heat 95% of the time and particularly worry for Russell Tovey who, if he ever reads this, must be genuinely a little disconcerted by the lust heading his way
But it’s also a lovely, human and generous book. But I dislike almost every product of the sweat dripping off his brow. It’s a weird old thing. A weird old thing indeed
Maddening to read at times, and at others delightful.
Some nice behind-the-scenes Doctor Who stuff, but not as much as you'd think.
500 pages!!!
Davies really, really likes Russell Tovey.
After reading this, I can't decide if I like him more or less.
Now I find out there is a new edition with over 700 pages which includes writing about The End of Time, which I now, of course, have to read.