{"id":1790,"date":"2010-04-04T17:19:06","date_gmt":"2010-04-04T16:19:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=1790"},"modified":"2010-04-04T18:50:49","modified_gmt":"2010-04-04T17:50:49","slug":"what-i-think-about-when-i-think-about-doctor-who","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/what-i-think-about-when-i-think-about-doctor-who\/","title":{"rendered":"What I Think About When I Think About Doctor Who"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Adding comments about the new episode of Doctor Who to the Internet seems highly redundant, but I did think it\u00c2\u00a0was wonderful. I thought Matt Smith&#8217;s Doctor felt instantly iconic, and that the programme now has that Harry Potter-ish feel about it &#8211; world-beating, while still distinctly British. Just the right balance of funny bits and magical bits and scary bits and thrilling bits.<\/p>\n<p>These are hardly unique thoughts, so here&#8217;s five things &#8211; other art &#8211; that the Doctor Who story (&#8216;The Eleventh Hour&#8217;) made me think about. Not so common connections, I hope.<\/p>\n<p>1. The Tardis swimming pool being somewhere in the Tardis library. This made me think about the novel &#8216;The Swimming-Pool Library&#8217;. (I imagined the Doctor adding to Amy &#8216;It&#8217;s all gone a bit Alan Hollinghurst in there.&#8217;)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/swimmingpoollibrary1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1798\" title=\"swimmingpoollibrary\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/swimmingpoollibrary1-195x300.jpg\" alt=\"swimmingpoollibrary\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/swimmingpoollibrary1-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/swimmingpoollibrary1.jpg 323w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>2. A huge disembodied eyeball. Three other oversized ocular orbs suggested themselves. There&#8217;s Odilon Redon&#8217;s eyeball-balloon, in his print &#8216;L&#8217;Oeil, comme un ballon bizarre se dirige vers l&#8217;infini&#8217; (The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity). As used on book covers like Ian McEwan&#8217;s &#8216;Enduring Love&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/odilon-redon.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1794\" title=\"odilon-redon\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/odilon-redon-241x300.jpg\" alt=\"odilon-redon\" width=\"241\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/odilon-redon-241x300.jpg 241w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/odilon-redon-824x1024.jpg 824w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/odilon-redon.jpg 832w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 241px) 100vw, 241px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>3. Another eyeball, this time the sky-bound one in &#8216;Flan&#8217;, the early 90s apocalyptic album and novel by the New York musician Stephen Tunney, aka Dogbowl.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/dogbowl-flan.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1791\" title=\"dogbowl-flan\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/dogbowl-flan-300x299.jpg\" alt=\"dogbowl-flan\" width=\"300\" height=\"299\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/dogbowl-flan-300x299.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/dogbowl-flan-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/dogbowl-flan.jpg 372w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m pleased to see that the novel&#8217;s just been reprinted. It&#8217;s like &#8216;The Road&#8217;, but with more floating eyeballs.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/flan08.JPG\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1792\" title=\"Document 1\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/flan08-203x300.jpg\" alt=\"Document 1\" width=\"203\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/flan08-203x300.jpg 203w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/flan08.JPG 370w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 203px) 100vw, 203px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>4. One more giant eyeball (they&#8217;re like buses): the one behind the door in Clive Barker&#8217;s story &#8216;Son Of Celluloid&#8217; (from &#8216;Books Of Blood&#8217;), which quotes &#8216;Casablanca&#8217; at its victim: &#8216;Here&#8217;s looking at you, kid&#8217;. A tale of a cancerous tumour becoming sentient and doing impersonations of Hollywood movie stars in order to kill people. Outrageous, gory and really rather brilliant.<\/p>\n<p>In fact, because I read too many biographies, I&#8217;ve just realised I&#8217;m sitting a few blocks away from the house where Mr Barker wrote the story &#8211; along with much of his 80s output, including the source material for &#8216;Hellraiser&#8217; and &#8216;Candyman&#8217;- in Hillfield Avenue, Crouch End, London N8. I&#8217;m cat-sitting in nearby Middle Lane. Here&#8217;s a panel from the comic adaptation of &#8216;Son Of Celluloid&#8217;:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/son-of-celluloid.JPG\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1795\" title=\"son-of-celluloid\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/son-of-celluloid-300x285.jpg\" alt=\"son-of-celluloid\" width=\"300\" height=\"285\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/son-of-celluloid-300x285.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/son-of-celluloid.JPG 469w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>5. Finally, my favourite tale about sinister voices coming from\u00c2\u00a0cracks in the walls. &#8216;Flies On The Ceiling&#8217;, by Jaime Hernandez, from the long-running comic book &#8216;Love &amp; Rockets&#8217;. After an abortion and divorce, Izzy Ruebens finds herself in a dingy rented room somewhere in Mexico. There, riddled with guilt and neuroses, the Devil speaks to her through a crack in the wall. Perfect for Easter:<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/LR_29_26_edited-11.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1799\" title=\"L&amp;R_29_26_edited-1\" src=\"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/LR_29_26_edited-11-1024x863.jpg\" alt=\"L&amp;R_29_26_edited-1\" width=\"553\" height=\"466\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/LR_29_26_edited-11-1024x863.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/LR_29_26_edited-11-300x252.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/LR_29_26_edited-11.jpg 1216w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 553px) 100vw, 553px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adding comments about the new episode of Doctor Who to the Internet seems highly redundant, but I did think it\u00c2\u00a0was wonderful. I thought Matt Smith&#8217;s Doctor felt instantly iconic, and that the programme now has that Harry Potter-ish feel about it &#8211; world-beating, while still distinctly British. Just the right balance of funny bits and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[118],"class_list":["post-1790","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-doctor-who"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1790"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1817,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790\/revisions\/1817"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}