turbot: Perfect Tree, Armidale (Default)
[personal profile] turbot
Not many writers of the television series had as a strike rate as Chris Boucher: two great stories and a classic in “Robots Of Death”. A writer with a strong pedigree in Doctor Who and who excels in plotting, Boucher’s addition to the PDA series seems an exciting prospect. Now, after finally reading this novel six years after its release, I am left rather perplexed and a not little annoyed. For Chris Boucher has written a book big on ideas but flat in execution.

A security force arrives on a planet in search for a renegade. They get lost in a monster infested jungle with only Leela’s warrior instincts preventing them becoming lunch. Well, most of them. The jungle is all part of a huge alien artefact designed to find and clone the ultimate warrior, with which the renegade wants to start a war between two neighbouring human colonies. Before long, a traitor will be uncovered and a political conspiracy appears, rounding out all the element you need for an exciting, comfortable story.

“Last Man Running” aims to be a fast action, tightly written survival of the fittest action movie melded with the politics and claustrophobia of Caves of Androzani and with a classic Agatha Christie twist at the end. But it fails. The story is full of stereotypes, but instead of running with the reader’s expectations, Boucher deliberately distorts them. It is easy to understand Boucher trying to push the envelope, but this is one story that would have been a huge success if played straight.

For instance, I was expecting the characters slowly get bumped off and thus causing the mystery of the renegade to be increasingly tenser. Yet for all these survival overtones, only two of the seven actually come to a sticky end in the jungle, while the survivors get locked up for the second half the book. This means that the final identity of the renegade becomes trivial. In fact, Boucher gives it away about halfway through the book, which makes his subsequent introduction of red herrings superfluous.

This is one of the few Doctor Who books that could have done with a /higher/ death toll, in only for the sake of the plot, or at least for the sake of removing some very beige characters. It is hard to be sympathetic with Kley and her ragtag band of investigators, and it soon becomes clear that many seem to overstay their welcome. Their individual characters are shown mostly in their banter, in the same way that Boucher successfully coloured even the most shortlived of the robot fodder crew in “Robots of Death”. But in that story the mannerisms and enthusiasm of the actors allowed the characters to live and breathe, even if it was not for particularly long. Here the banter becomes repetitive. That Rinandor and Pertanor realise their mutual attraction to each other very early on is fine, but their continual lovers’ doublespeak soon wears thin. Meanwhile Kley, Monly, Fermindor, Belay and Sozerdor, are either constantly bleating or trying to play out very minor power struggles. I was soon left hoping that they would become some monster’s teatime snack.

Meanwhile, the political machinations on the security team’s own colonies are dropped into the book about two thirds of the way through. While explaining the renegade’s actions, it seems tacked on rather than the Act 3 twist I feel Boucher was trying to effect. Maybe Boucher might have been better served by introducing this set of characters earlier in the piece and letting the plot simmer away in the background.

Other small details also irk. The differences between the two human colonies on the First and Second planets of the system seem clichéd. The toodies (people from the Second Planet) thinking larger people are sexier, and also believe that Shakespeare is a religious text that is blasphemous to speak aloud. And everyone on both planets love their bloodsports, forever tuned into the televisions, ignoring which way the political winds are blowing. All of these have been used many times in sci-fi over the years, and do nothing to make Boucher’s world distinct.

Thankfully, with the security team all locked up about halfway through, the Doctor and Leela are left to explore the artefact and play mind games with the renegade. Here the story starts to pick up, and the Doctor’s realisation that the machine seems to have determined Leela as the ultimate warrior is one of the best handled parts of the book. Their relationship grows throughout, as mutual respect grows. The two regulars are in good form throughout, which you would expect from the writer who fashioned their on screen relationship in the first place.

Another success is the artefact itself, and the renegade’s lack of control over it. The machine is still trying to work out what an ultimate warrior actually involves, having already destroy the race that created it long ago attempting to work that one out. After Leela overcomes all the monsters the machine pitches at her, it creates a small army of Leelas, but never quite gets them right. As a result, the real Leela is simply quicker and cleverer than her copies and soon begins dispatching them too.

But this realisation also destroys the climax of the plot. It’s quickly obvious that the machine is never going to create a super army. It is also clear that an army of knife-wielding Leelas can’t really start and win an interplanetary war, thus the threat to humanity becomes negligible. Instead we get a jokey gun battle, with Kley and her crew running back home to lock up the conspirators.

With such a good premise, it seems amazing that the book is weak. On one hand Boucher turns his plot into patchwork, and doesn’t deliver the promises the plot suggests. Instead we get a muddle through a jungle and a forest, a muddle through higher technology and a villain who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I happily read it, but not without some rolling of eyes.
From:
Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
User
Account name:
Password:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
Subject:
HTML doesn't work in the subject.

Message:

 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

Profile

turbot: Perfect Tree, Armidale (Default)
turbot

May 2011

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags