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If he ever accepted it
Jun. 8th, 2008 12:38 pmThe best thing about a Moffat two parter is that after a first part which was brilliant, you get a second part that's even better. ( Spoilers! )
I'm sure by now we all know about Lawrence Miles' interesting if infuriating blog, and Paul Cornell's has been about for a while (as if getting mainstream coverage for Gordon Brown vs the Skrull Empire weren't enough, turns out he's adapted Iain M Banks' The State of the Art for radio. With Anthony Sher as the Ship and Nina Sosanya as Sma, no less). But I was happy to discover this week that the other big beast of the Who books* finally has one too - Lance Parkin. In part because he's writing a Tenth Doctor book. As in, just the Doctor. There's not a lot up yet, but he does link to an interview in which I made the sad discovery that one of my favourite Who writers wanted to kill off one of my favourite companions.
Shaun Tan's The Arrival is not a comic per se; it's a wordless picture book. The wordlessness perfectly suited to the story of an immigrant's experience in a New World whose language he does not know, a city of wonders as strangely familiar as the lurking horrors from which he fled in the old country. It has some of the most haunting artwork I have seen in a long time, and some of the most heart-rending. I imagine it would be a particularly good purchase for any child which parents fear may have been exposed to Mail headlines about immigrants eating house prices, but it deserves an audience far beyond that.
I love White Mischief, so I'm glad it's popular, but dear heavens it gets hot in there with those crowds, especially if one is making an effort to dress up (which the vast majority did, splendidly so - at one point I thought "What the Hell is that girl wearing?" before processing that she was in jeans and a teen top, ie what would outside be considered normal). Some fine acts, though - I particularly liked the Brel-singing acrobat and the sword-swallowing, and if Tough Love and Ebony Bones had just played shorter sets, they would have absolutely killed.
And for all my irritation at last night's multi-clash, I at least got to say hello and cheerio to some of the Poptimism lot on my way home.
*Kate Orman I would have counted for her Virgin work, but once she went to BBC books and started co-writing with that guy, they no longer grabbed me in the same way. And Daniel O'Mahony was excellent, but he only wrote two.
I'm sure by now we all know about Lawrence Miles' interesting if infuriating blog, and Paul Cornell's has been about for a while (as if getting mainstream coverage for Gordon Brown vs the Skrull Empire weren't enough, turns out he's adapted Iain M Banks' The State of the Art for radio. With Anthony Sher as the Ship and Nina Sosanya as Sma, no less). But I was happy to discover this week that the other big beast of the Who books* finally has one too - Lance Parkin. In part because he's writing a Tenth Doctor book. As in, just the Doctor. There's not a lot up yet, but he does link to an interview in which I made the sad discovery that one of my favourite Who writers wanted to kill off one of my favourite companions.
Shaun Tan's The Arrival is not a comic per se; it's a wordless picture book. The wordlessness perfectly suited to the story of an immigrant's experience in a New World whose language he does not know, a city of wonders as strangely familiar as the lurking horrors from which he fled in the old country. It has some of the most haunting artwork I have seen in a long time, and some of the most heart-rending. I imagine it would be a particularly good purchase for any child which parents fear may have been exposed to Mail headlines about immigrants eating house prices, but it deserves an audience far beyond that.
I love White Mischief, so I'm glad it's popular, but dear heavens it gets hot in there with those crowds, especially if one is making an effort to dress up (which the vast majority did, splendidly so - at one point I thought "What the Hell is that girl wearing?" before processing that she was in jeans and a teen top, ie what would outside be considered normal). Some fine acts, though - I particularly liked the Brel-singing acrobat and the sword-swallowing, and if Tough Love and Ebony Bones had just played shorter sets, they would have absolutely killed.
And for all my irritation at last night's multi-clash, I at least got to say hello and cheerio to some of the Poptimism lot on my way home.
*Kate Orman I would have counted for her Virgin work, but once she went to BBC books and started co-writing with that guy, they no longer grabbed me in the same way. And Daniel O'Mahony was excellent, but he only wrote two.
