Doctor Who - The Awakening by Eric
Pringle
Published: June 1985
Edition read: Target first reprint, 1985
Coolest Cover: Classic Andrew Skilleter-
take the one really good image and make the most of it.
The TARDIS materialises with..."violent
quivering"
Childhood Recollections: Again, not sure
whether I really read this or simply collected it and shelved it. But also
see below.
Ramblings: After zooming back twenty years to
one of Doctor Who’s earliest serials, what better than to return
straight back to Peter Davison’s last season, and only the second attempt
to adapt a story running to fewer than four episodes. ‘The Awakening’ has
a reputation for being- as somebody once put it-small but perfectly
formed, an interlude between more ambitious stories which nevertheless
incorporates many of the trappings of traditional Who, not least
the unearthly goings on in a picture postcard English village. The task of
adapting a two-part story is however rather different from adapting four
or six episodes; while it’s possible to make six episodes into something
of the requisite length by adding a basic amount of description to the
lines in the script, making 144 pages out of two episodes demands rather
more description and elaboration while, with the production office keeping
a close eye on the Target range, remaining essentially faithful to the
story as transmitted. Fortunately Target were able to secure the services
of scriptwriter Eric Pringle, before he hit on the idea of selling crisps
in a tube and thus made his fortune.
When I was part of an informal group of Who fans
at school, as far as this book was concerned the vogue was for mocking it
on the grounds that Pringle’s style went into obsessive detail about
anything and everything. Not having watched the televised story in a few
years, it came as something of a surprise to find that the first scene of
the story- up to and including our first meeting with Sir George
Hutchinson- takes up the first ten pages of the book. What this does,
however, is to give us a tremendous amount of detail and insight; Pringle
starts by using Jane Hampden as his identification character, and she
serves him well until the regulars arrive on the scene. It may seem
strange that such a compact story should need a substitute companion
figure, but it does enable the regulars to be split up so that there’s
always something happening to somebody. The book is at its best when
dealing with or describing the Malus itself; there’s a certain relish when
Pringle describes either the face or the manifestation in the TARDIS as an
obscene stone monkey, which gives an idea of the effect he was aiming to
produce. Unsettling ideas pepper the book; it’s only on reflection that I
realised that the Queen of the May would have been burned before
the battle, and Pringle leaves it suitably unclear as to exactly how the
Malus was awakened or whether it has been influencing Little Hodcombe for
centuries.
In previous reviews I’ve mentioned how the twenty-first
season of Doctor Who was something of a relaunch after the
twentieth anniversary, and in this respect ‘The Awakening’ is an attempt
to condense into two episodes much of what the best traditional Who
is all about, treading the fine line between science fiction and the
supernatural and giving us something with a feel not unlike the Ghost
Stories for Christmas that the BBC used to do- the cruelty and butchery of
1643 are, by means of an unearthly force, revived in 1984 in a style which
M.R.James would have recognised. It’s slightly frustrating that a book
which does so well at giving us more character detail than would usually
be the case doesn’t look into Sir George’s character sufficiently to tell
us whether he’s insane, possessed or just plain evil, but Pringle is
clearly much fonder of Jane and of the robust farmer Ben Wolsey and enjoys
working on the motivation and state of mind of his characters. Given more
space to play in, ‘The Awakening’ ultimately becomes something darker and
genuinely unnerving in book form, as Eric Pringle has the opportunity to
develop the atmosphere of his story and perhaps show us something of how
the story could have been as a four-parter, with its dark oppressive
atmosphere brought out to the full. Before he even started, Pringle
deserved a certain amount of respect for taking on the challenge of making
a 144-page novel out of his scripts, but it’s done so effectively- and
more to the point, without feeling as if the action is dragging or the
point being laboured- that the length feels exactly right for the story
and the book itself is a pleasure.