Doctor Who - Fury from the Deep by Victor
Pemberton
Published: October 1986
Edition read: W.H. Allen hardback, 1986-
have you seen how much the paperback is on Amazon?!!!
Coolest Cover: David McAllister and the
Tagliatelle of Death.
The TARDIS materialises with... "an undignified
flop"
...and dematerialises with a... "grinding and
grunting sound"
Childhood Recollections: The night I got
this, I read it through from cover to cover. My copy was signed by Victor
Pemberton at a convention a year or two later, and I still like the fact
that he signed autographs in fountain pen.
Ramblings: Among those stories which are missing
from the archives in their entirety, ‘Fury from the Deep’ must surely be
one of the greatest losses, not least because, with its near-future
scientific complex setting, it’s another of those stories which point the
way to the series’ direction in the next couple of seasons- as much an
influence as ‘The Web of Fear’ or ‘The Invasion’. From the surviving
clips, we can have a reasonable confidence that those early fans who
remembered the story’s chilling atmosphere were almost certainly in the
right, and so as the novelisation was announced and ultimately published,
there was always a sense of something special on the way, not least when
Pemberton’s overlength manuscript was finally published as a 189-page
bumper volume.
The first and probably most important thing to say is
that Pemberton’s prose itself is distinctly unremarkable- it’s good solid
prose, but there aren’t really any stylistic flourishes or tricks to it.
Not even in the brief moment when we find out about the death of Robson’s
wife does the prose rise above the steady. Pemberton’s strengths are in
atmosphere and in character; the first is apparent from the beginning, as
he makes a particular effort to convey a sense of the story taking place
in winter, with snow, frost and weak winter sunlight effects all adding to
the sense of a specific place and time. The Weed Creature itself is at its
most effective when barely glimpsed; in the absence of any reliable
reference material until recently, we’re entirely in Pemberton’s hands as
regards its appearance, and while this is described in terms of fronds and
tentacles, far more potent is the sense of something in the dark at the
bottom of the pipeline. For much of the story, the weed is however
unknowable and the story is driven by the conflict between the human
characters, and this is another area where the author comes into his own.
I’ve been trying to work out whether there’s a
character in Doctor Who before Harris who has to decide whether his
priorities lie with his job or with his wife. The idea of a work-life
balance was almost certainly unheard-of in 1968, however it’s a mark of
the maturity with which Victor Pemberton approached the task of writing
for the series that he found a suitable place for this kind of dynamic in
his story. Similarly, the Robson-Harris conflict based on hard experience
versus theoretical learning comes across well and is only enhanced by the
small scene where we understand that Robson’s guilt over the circumstances
of his wife’s death are feeding his antagonism towards Harris. At the core
of the drama, there’s a strong central network of relationships between
the characters, whether it’s the careerist Megan Jones, the independence
of van Lutyens or the loyalty of the Chief Engineer- it all adds to the
sense of the regular characters interacting with a group of well-defined
supporting personalities. It’s perhaps not the most revolutionary of the
novels, but its main achievement is in recreating the respect with which
Victor Pemberton approached the original task of writing for Doctor Who
in 1967/8 with an equally considered and unpatronising adaptation of his
story.