I’ve never seen
this annual till I bought it online a few months ago. Fronted by a photograph
of the second Doctor looking decidedly cheesed off (perhaps yearning for the
end of his contract) the 1969 Annual, released in time for the 1968 Xmas market
is noticeable in a very distinct way. The artwork is extremely stylised and
striking even if some of the artists don’t capture particularly good likenesses
of either Jamie or Zoe. Both are often depicted looking at least a decade older
than they should be dressed like characters from a serious period drama. Some of the artwork is surreal- on the inside
cover the Doctor is playing his recorder while being fired on by space helmeted
aliens. Even more bizarrely on the next page a facially unrecognisable Patrick
Troughton is capering about on an alien planet in his stove pipe hat being
fired on while under attack from one of the `Mind Robber` robots.
The Doctor Who Annuals especially these earlier ones are a strange beast. While officially licenced “in arrangement with BBC TV” as it states on the cover they take considerable liberties with the show’s house style. While some of this is due to being a different storytelling medium there are times when you wonder if the people writing them had ever watched the programme. Particularly noticeable in the 1969 annual is the way the Doctor is prone to addressing his companions as “children” while the narrative refers to him as Dr. Who. Even Zoe exclaims, “oh, Doctor Who!” There is a sharpness though to the storytelling drawing away from the over written earlier Annuals whose narratives aspired to something more than an Annual should. By 1968 the stories are more focussed and lively. The comic strips in particular have a dynamic quality with an appealing look of retro futurism.
The annual
opens with `The Dragons of Kekokro` in which Dr. Who and his companions
encounter what appear to be Jurassic era dinosaurs. Jamie somehow seems to know
that dinosaurs were “over sized lizards, with tiny brains, which fought each
other to extinction.” Dr.Who meanwhile calls Jamie and Zoe “children” or
“child” all the time suggesting whoever penned this story had only seen William
Hartnell’s version. This Doctor seems slightly human-like too chiding Jamie on
his theories and suggesting “no one knows how the reptiles became extinct” even
though he could pop back and find out. Nobody is awed by the dinosaurs and Zoe
just moans about the heat.
The story does improve
when it develops into a temporal anomaly. “Fascinating! Apemen with
technology!” declares the Doctor. Their captors take them- on a Stegosaurus no
less- and what transpires is a war between two hitherto unknown prehistoric
tribes that have tamed dinosaurs and mastered technology. The thrust of the
story is the Doctor’s fascination with this newly discovered strand of human
history which he is reluctant to leave despite the dangers they are in. It’s a
bold idea that reminded me of one of those 70s films like The Land That Time
Forgot.
“Not one of
them could move..” begins the next story called `The Singing Crystals` in a terrific opening to an imaginative tale in which living crystals try to
feed on the trio. It’s the sort of scenario the tv production of the time would
never have been able to achieve but as vividly described here- accompanied by suitably
dramatic art – it works so well. Throughout there is an air of desperation as
to the traveller’s plight. The use of sound to ward off the crystals is not a
new idea- even then- but I like the fact that you end up with shouting recorded
on an old style reel to reel tape recorder being carried by Jamie to allow him
to make progress and find the missing Zoe. For once the pictures don’t quite
match the vivid writing and it is somewhat distracting that neither Jamie nor
Zoe look in the least bit like the actors who played them with Zoe even
dressing differently. Odd too that the Doctor is fixated on the crystalline
substance being no more than that; he seems uncharacteristically determined to
prove they are not living beings.
These old Annuals
liked to include educational pages because in those days children’s fun was
still rationed so we come to `Are We Alone…?` which discusses over three pages
the question “Do flying saucers exist?” and the idea that they may come from
Earth itself. The article also suggests survivors of Atlantis have developed
over centuries but as the last words on the page are “anybody’s guess” you’ll
not be too surprised that no firm conclusion is reached. The focus of real life
mysteries continues in the next story `The Mystery of the Marie Celeste`. The
famed ship whose crew mysteriously vanished is something that I’m surprised the
tv series has never visited. The tale opens with the travellers looking out of
the screen where the Tardis has landed on something metallic but there is water
all around. The place is already having an effect on Jamie whose hitherto
absent Scots accent has returned with a phonetic vengeance. “Awa’ wi ye” he
declares. This move- which also ushers in Zoe’s slight arrogance – means the
characters now more closely mirror their TV counterparts. A sailing ship passes
overhead which the Doctor identifies as the famed Marie Celeste. Turns out they
are all prisoners of Arcturans, unseen aliens who end up under attack
themselves from a sea serpent. You don’t expect any notable character traits in these stories but it is surprising that when it comes to
being rescued the lost crew trust the Doctor no more than anyone else so refuse
an offer to escape.
A comic strip called
`The Vampire Plants` is next and the artist certainly captures a better
likeness of the travellers. The story isn’t much though centring on a rare plant
that vanishes from an experimental botanical gardens. The Doctor and Jamie
leave Zoe in the Tardis for some reason and go in pursuit of this vegetation
which is mobile and growing. They set it alight. That’s it. After a page of
questions headed up as The Unknown Universe, yet with all the answers at the
foot of the page (so it’s not really unknown at all) and a Space Quiz we come
to `Grip of Ice`. While the Doctor fixes
a broken Tardis component, Zoe and Jamie venture outside, the latter having
turned into some sort of scientist seemingly overnight as he seems totally au
fait with checking controls, temperature gauges and so on. Zoe does seem to get
noticeably less to do in all these stories as if the writers are non plussed by
her character or perhaps are all male and don’t imagine she can do much. The
two get swept away in a snow storm and searching for them Dr. Who finds a city
and ends up in a storeroom containing thousands of glowing ice cubes. They are
actually thought cubes, all that remain of a race called the Morrains. This is
a great idea- the memories of each of the lost race are contained in the cubes.
Only one of them- called Cosmos- has survived in his original form and now has
the Doctor’s companions. The Doctor’s journey to rescue them is well paced and
exciting full of alarms, robots and general laser battle mayhem! He eventually
tricks Cosmos with the old trick of “reversing my thought power”.
Pages about Gravity, Unconquerable Space, Star Facts, Prophets of the Space Age and Power from Space threaten to turn the Annual into a text book. The authors thought Doctor Who fans all liked science but there are too many factual pages here. The first of two games is called `Escape from Xenos` but essentially all these games were the same involving throwing a dice to move your counter along the corresponding number fo squares. Sometimes you’d land on one that said you had to miss a turn or go forward three spaces and so on. To be honest there’s a clear `this will do` quality about this one which lacks any distinctive signature and is rather blandly presented. The forfeits include `pool of acid- back 3 places`, `Cloud of poison gas- back 2 places` and my favourite `Stop to rest. Miss a turn`. A game for three players it curiously features Victoria rather than Zoe even though the girl pictured is clearly the same Zoe we’ve seen throughout the book albeit looking unlike Wendy Padbury.
`Man Friday` is
the next story set on a tropical planet where most things seem to be alive and Jamie
is taken away- the only clue being a giant foot. It’s a place the Doctor has
been before and the author has him consult extensive computer records of his
previous journeys which he keeps in the Tardis. The story has a certain
intrigue about it particularly when the Doctor finds creatures of volcanic
origin in the evocatively named Hall of Shadows. It ends seemingly in the middle
of things though leaving the reader to reach their own conclusion.
Following more
science and facts we have another game. `Computer Capture` is altogether more
in tune with the aesthetic of 1969 being groovily colourful and surreal and its
forfeits include the amusing likes of `Mental Relapse` and `Grotesque screaming
breaks train of thought`. I wonder if Pink Floyd had a hand in this one?
There’s a fiendish crossword which will definitely keep the kids occupied long
after Xmas before we arrive at `Robot King`.
The Annual’s
creators really like robots and they pop up in several stories with designs
reminiscent of classic sci-fi comic iconography none more so than the guardian
of a futuristic metropolis called Hope City. The comic strip story runs over
six pages and uses just one colour alongside the monochrome, either a brown
shade or a lilac one. The artist also manages a much better Zoe who for the
first time in this book actually looks like Wendy Padbury. Jamie has been sent
to explore and concludes, with that ever expanding brain of his, that the place
has been devastated by an atomic explosion! They encounter a robot straight out
of a 1940s pulp comic which describes itself as the Robot King. It wants to
ensure no humans survive and intends to kill the trio but the Doctor turns it
off. Yep. Literally that is the end. It is such a disappointing conclusion to
what started as a promising story.
The next two
pages are handy for all those fans who own a sailing ship as it tells you how
to navigate the oceans by the stars. Then its into an adventure called `Slaves
of Shran` which opens strikingly with the Doctor a mind numbed prisoner of
guards overseeing the building of a spaceship by giant cockroach creatures. He is brought before their
great God Shran who helpfully explains all that has happened just to update the
reader. The writer paints a strong visual picture that actually sounds better
than the slightly generic illustrations manage. When one of the creatures,
called the Shelgars, fights back and rescues the Doctor the two have the most
expositional conversation ever for our benefit. This does rather break the
golden rule of entertaining fiction for younger readers by telling much more
than they are showing. There is though an exciting balloon chase as the Doctor
and his new mate Ekk fight off pterodactyl like birds in mid air.
`Run the
Gauntlet` paints a vivid picture of a jungle planet inhabited by blunderbuss
toting ape like creatures that ride around in the air on sledges and who are repelled
by the Doctor’s recorder playing. It’s a lively adventure even if the
ingredients seem to have been assembled with little concern for credulity. It
is such a mishmash of things and the fact that the sound from the recorder has
such an effect is not explained; mind you if you’ve ever listened to a room
full of people playing recorders you can only acknowledge just how horrendous a
noise they can make! Finally `A Thousand and One Doors` concludes the annual
with the Doctor musing on the existence of multiple universe’s before all three
find themselves floating towards a giant net. They are the prisoners of aliens
whose heads are hidden inside a frosted glass dome. “My name is Doctor Who”
says our hero to the irritation of thousands of fans no doubt. The aliens
describe themselves as Dimension Explorers who seem able to cross between
multiple Universes and the traveller’s escape does give the story some energy.
In the end
there are too many robots and too much generic action to make any of these
stories stand outs even by 1969 standards while the similarity to the tv series
itself is mostly fleeting. However these were different times and the annuals
were always popular xmas gifts with children eager to read further adventures
of Dr.Who.
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