what held me back? the promise that british sci-fi television shows have lousy sets and special effects. this shouldn’t have bothered me in the least, seeing as i’ve been watching a lot of local shows. but it bothered me.
still, by the third season of the new series, i’ve been reading a lot about how good the stories are, so i figured, bugger it. i’m gonna give DOCTOR WHO a chance. and then fear grabbed a hold of me. what if i don’t understand anything? they changed doctors and all, but in 2008, david tennant was already in his second year as the doctor. and billie piper was gone. how the hell was i going to catch on?
and then, also in 2008, they announced that david tennant was leaving. or rather (and i looked this up on wikipedia, so forgive me if this information is false) he announced it himself. there were already talks of casting a new doctor, and that’s when i decided that i really am going to watch DOCTOR WHO.
honestly though, i forgot about this promise until 2010. and by then, matt smith’s eleventh doctor was staring me through so many web ads in websites i frequent. and then i took a deep breath, and jumped.
in june of 2010, i found myself browsing through bestsellers (the store) at the podium (the mall). i was actually looking for books by christopher golden, or robert liparulo–or any of the usual books i read. meaning: fantasy books. but while browsing through the sci-fi collection (where they sometimes include christopher golden), a word calls out to me.
granted, i hated the daleks in “victory of the daleks”. i thought that as villains, they looked very rubbish. of course, i changed my mind in “the big bang”, but that was still some episodes to go.
but back to the book. upon taking it off the shelf, i thought it was a work of fiction. my eyes weren’t quick to spot the “a memoir” bit on the upper left corner of the book. and then i saw it, and i decided to let the book go.
five minutes later, i was holding it again. against better judgment, and a long list of credit-card purchases, i bought the book.
i didn’t actually go around to reading it until after i finished off my book pile. which i did last week. and then things-to-do just started trickling in, and i never found time to read the book. and then today, i got lazy and just lazed about–and read the book.
this is actually my second memoir. the first one, A LITTLE BIT WICKED, was kristin chenoweth’s autobiography. and well, DALEK I LOVED YOU is the memoir of a person i don’t even know. i only bought it because it was related to DOCTOR WHO. but i wasn’t disappointed.
yes, it does get tedious reading about someone else’s life. heck, i read about my life and i get bored by it. but there’s something different about reading about growing up in the united kingdom, reading about a-levels and pubs, and about following your heart–so to speak; i thought it was a great read. or if not a great read, a very enlightening one. i guess it’s the fact that the author, and the subject of the book, is set up in a different country with different customs and different upbringing–
and he’s been around a couple of decades before me. so there’s that too. from what he’s written, life back then was very peaceful. and it only started to change for him a couple of years before i was born.
how do i know this? he mentions in his book a period in his life when a lot of bad things were happening everywhere else in the world–and one of said bad things was the assassination of benigno aquino. that happened in 1983.
so yeah, DALEK I LOVED YOU is full of interesting stuff. but i don’t think i’ll be recommending it to anyone who doesn’t have interest in DOCTOR WHO. and even then, i’d ask you first if you really, really want to read the book.