Doctor Who and the Sunmakers by Terrance Dicks
Published: November 1982
Edition read: Target first reprint, 1984
Coolest Cover: Andrew Skilleter by default, but
are those Babel fish behind the Collector? Like the light coming up from
the keyboard, though.
The TARDIS dematerialises with... "a wheezing,
groaning sound"
Childhood Recollections: The copy of this which I
borrowed from my local public library had the word "shit" written inside
the front cover. Rather a harsh criticism in my view.
Ramblings: I can remember what a strange choice
this book seemed when it came out in 1982; while visually, with the 1980
logo and Andrew Skilleter artwork, it seems to belong with the output of
its time, the story itself seemed like a throwback to another way of
making Doctor Who. In retrospect, of course, it was simply left
over from Tom Baker’s period and happened to be held over until the new
approach had set in, however it’s difficult not to feel that ultimately
this is to the book’s advantage. Yet again, Terrance Dicks shows an
instinctive understanding of how to adapt a Robert Holmes script,
allowing the natural humour and joy in words to come to life on the
printed page while keeping the drama genuinely dramatic. So while the
jokes and puns about the P45 escape route and Gatherer Pyle are there
and have time to sink in rather than being one-off remarks disappearing
into the ether, there’s a genuinely unsettling feel to the scenes where
the Doctor fears that Leela may be dead and contemplates bringing down
the Company’s regime out of revenge. Otherwise, it’s generally faithful
to the original story (surprisingly for Dicks, most of the "business"
with Leela and K9 is left in) and has a certain sharpness of execution
which the televised version perhaps lacked in places, although of course
the stylised visuals are missing and Dicks doesn’t really find anything
to replace them. So satirical and comic a script probably deserves to be
adapted in this way to bring out the full impact of the writing, so it’s
reassuring that Holmes’s story is so well-served- thankfully Dicks
adapted this story when he was on top of his game, and so the end
product is an engaging light read and quite frankly a pleasure from
beginning to end.