I always have a good time reading Angela Carter and this was no exception — wonderful characters, mixing sublimes of emotion with the dregs of human physicality. Possibly not one I’ll revisit immediately, but it’s more than welcome to keep company on my bookshelf — and made me want to reread The Bloody Chamber…
I absolutely adored this book. First of all, as a look ‘behind the curtain’ into what it was like scripting and exec producing Doctor Who this really was invaluable — I had no idea how gruelling and stressful it was to showrun. Secondly, as an insight into RTD both as a person and professionally — for instance, I now have a list of shows to check out, the vast majority of which I had never heard of (the curse of being a millennial/zoomed cusp). Thirdly, for all the ruminations on why and how one writes; the drive behind it, the craft behind it, and what is or isn’t bullshit. I suspect if my personal philosophy on writing differed wildly from RTD’s I might have found these sections frustrating to sit through, but as our opinions largely seemed to align I found myself nodding along and thinking ‘Yes, exactly, that’s exactly what it feels like.’
A very fun romp, with the sweetest characters. I was pleasantly surprised at how it resolved the conflict of Lucìan’s fantasy christianity given that I thought it was going to go in a painfully predictable direction. I’m familiar with the author’s writing style so didn’t mind this, but I can see how people who aren’t might dislike how parts of the dialogue and internal monologue are strangely modern. It does end very abruptly, but given that the sequel is already available I think it’s clear that this is meant to be read as a story in two volumes, rather than two separate but linked stories. A fun book that I couldn’t put down towards the end, and I’m looking forwards to seeing how the dropped plot lines in this book get resolved in the sequel.
I am UNWELL. This book is so many things, and it’s biggest talent has to be how it masterfully swings between the depths of despair and the joys of young love and self-discovery. Mungo, my sweet boy.