Post by RobFilth on Dec 3, 2020 20:49:29 GMT
Hi, I'm not sure whether posters actually caught my review of this from the multitude of times I've reposted it on half a dozen tumbleweed forums before, so I thought I would enlighten everyone by droning about it again because it gives me yet another opportunity to slag off Eric Saward and blame him for the death of a whole franchise under the thinly veiled guise of being a sensible critical analysis. So without any further ado, I'll crack on with the review.
Eric Saward's Resurrection of the Daleks novelization Review Part 45
I aimlessly wandered into my local branch of WHSmiths one lunchtime to pick up my weekly copy of 2000AD and decided to look at their book section to see if they had any decent Graphic Novels. Not much luck there I'm afraid, there was just a load of NuWho Tensquee crap and Marvel/DC bollocks but their "V for Vendetta"(in colour) looked vaguely interesting but was an annoying bendy floppy which I hate for graphic novels because they crease in no time and are rubbish for skinning up joints on, and they did also have Bollands "Batman: The Killing Joke" which was in a nice hardcover but a tad expensive.
My eyes slowly wandered upward from the graphic novel shelf which WHSmith staff decided should be on the floor so that you have to uncomfortably get on your hands and knees to peruse their somewhat overpriced overhyped bollocks, to the top and mid shelves where available for purchase were various novella, including some interesting Judge Dredd Virgin range ones with ghastly covers drawn with a gatepost by that untalented Steve Sampson guy who was responsible for me cancelling my 2000AD subscription back in the 90's.....and then my eyes hit it!
"Resurrection Of The Daleks" by Eric Saward it boldly gleamed across the shelf toward me in an art styled cover which would even embarrass the Russian Constructivist graphic designers of the last century, AND boasting a solidly made to last an eternity hardback binding!
I curiously and carefully picked the book up with some trepidation. It was a title I was aware missing from my target range collection, even if I had thrown them all into storage in a fury since Jodies gawking stupid face first gurned its way through the door after a hundred casual "fans" of the series had dared to decree me a "patriarchal male sexist pig dinosaur" when I calmly pointed out to them that regeneration is a renewal process not defined by gender-flipping in the dictionary translation of the word and which is completely out of step with established Doctor Who lore and convention.
I opened the cover slightly, it's binding protesting, creaking and groaning slightly as I extended it's pages to peruse the contents aimlessly inside, flicking the pages to assess it's page count and rapidly calculating it's worth in my "value for money" register within my critical faculties, pausing every 30 or so pages to read a paragraph or two which I recognised as being in the original transcript. Just to ensure this really WAS the genuine article and not some similarly titled dud.
I flicked it over and scanned the RRP price on the back cover, £12.99? Hmmmm, seems a lot for a f*cking book and there's not even any pictures in it, but admittedly it did feel good, solid and sturdy in the hands, almost like an object heavy enough that one could throw should an impromptu riot or public disturbance occur, and it also had an enticing smell of freshly printed inked pages. I then attempted to imagine it on the book shelf and where I would place it should I dole out my hard laboured cash for such an investment. If I placed it chronologically in between the softcover Frontios and Planet of Fire books, it was going to stick out like a huge f*cking sore thumb being many times larger, not just in page size but in binding also. What a conundrum to ponder!
Eventually after weighing up the pros and cons between rather nice sturdy book binding or chronological inconsistency with the rest of the range, I declared in full earshot of the bored premises assistant picking her nose behind the counter, "Naaaaaah, f*ck it!" and threw the f*cking thing back on the shelf again and walked out the shop.
Filth Final Score: 4/10
Not a bad attempt, but should try harder.
Eric Saward's Resurrection of the Daleks novelization Review Part 45
I aimlessly wandered into my local branch of WHSmiths one lunchtime to pick up my weekly copy of 2000AD and decided to look at their book section to see if they had any decent Graphic Novels. Not much luck there I'm afraid, there was just a load of NuWho Tensquee crap and Marvel/DC bollocks but their "V for Vendetta"(in colour) looked vaguely interesting but was an annoying bendy floppy which I hate for graphic novels because they crease in no time and are rubbish for skinning up joints on, and they did also have Bollands "Batman: The Killing Joke" which was in a nice hardcover but a tad expensive.
My eyes slowly wandered upward from the graphic novel shelf which WHSmith staff decided should be on the floor so that you have to uncomfortably get on your hands and knees to peruse their somewhat overpriced overhyped bollocks, to the top and mid shelves where available for purchase were various novella, including some interesting Judge Dredd Virgin range ones with ghastly covers drawn with a gatepost by that untalented Steve Sampson guy who was responsible for me cancelling my 2000AD subscription back in the 90's.....and then my eyes hit it!
"Resurrection Of The Daleks" by Eric Saward it boldly gleamed across the shelf toward me in an art styled cover which would even embarrass the Russian Constructivist graphic designers of the last century, AND boasting a solidly made to last an eternity hardback binding!
I curiously and carefully picked the book up with some trepidation. It was a title I was aware missing from my target range collection, even if I had thrown them all into storage in a fury since Jodies gawking stupid face first gurned its way through the door after a hundred casual "fans" of the series had dared to decree me a "patriarchal male sexist pig dinosaur" when I calmly pointed out to them that regeneration is a renewal process not defined by gender-flipping in the dictionary translation of the word and which is completely out of step with established Doctor Who lore and convention.
I opened the cover slightly, it's binding protesting, creaking and groaning slightly as I extended it's pages to peruse the contents aimlessly inside, flicking the pages to assess it's page count and rapidly calculating it's worth in my "value for money" register within my critical faculties, pausing every 30 or so pages to read a paragraph or two which I recognised as being in the original transcript. Just to ensure this really WAS the genuine article and not some similarly titled dud.
I flicked it over and scanned the RRP price on the back cover, £12.99? Hmmmm, seems a lot for a f*cking book and there's not even any pictures in it, but admittedly it did feel good, solid and sturdy in the hands, almost like an object heavy enough that one could throw should an impromptu riot or public disturbance occur, and it also had an enticing smell of freshly printed inked pages. I then attempted to imagine it on the book shelf and where I would place it should I dole out my hard laboured cash for such an investment. If I placed it chronologically in between the softcover Frontios and Planet of Fire books, it was going to stick out like a huge f*cking sore thumb being many times larger, not just in page size but in binding also. What a conundrum to ponder!
Eventually after weighing up the pros and cons between rather nice sturdy book binding or chronological inconsistency with the rest of the range, I declared in full earshot of the bored premises assistant picking her nose behind the counter, "Naaaaaah, f*ck it!" and threw the f*cking thing back on the shelf again and walked out the shop.
Filth Final Score: 4/10
Not a bad attempt, but should try harder.
