I don't really know how to write this review without mentioning that I watched Doctor Who yesterday. Amidst the tears, depression, and grief at watching someone who is in entertainment terms an unabashed supervillain be elected President, I found solace in the adventures of a hero who doesn't believe in violence or guns, who fights the monsters that scare us, who loves so much that he has two hearts, who tears down injustice and unfairness so that people, all people, are treated fairly and beautifully.
One of the key players in creating this vision of the hero is a guy named Robert Holmes, who wrote for the series over a span of seventeen years. He is responsible for a number of innovations in the series, including the two hearts, naming The Doctor's home planet of Gallifrey, Time Lord society and culture (including the 12-regeneration limit), Sontarans, Autons, the characters of Jo Grant, Sarah Jane Smith, Romana, Mike Yates, The Master, and the 3rd Doctor. He also oversaw the writing for the first three and half seasons of stories for The 4th Doctor, the creation of Leela and K-9, the introduction of Davros. He has brought me joy through cracking scripts, a wonderful imagination, outlandishly good characters, whip-smart dialogue, and a love of storytelling.
So knowing there's a book about him, I had to read it. And boy was it disappointing.
I think the biggest issue is how much this book isn't the book I wanted it to be. It is almost exclusively about all the writing Holmes did over his career, writing and editing tons of television I had no idea about. Holmes had a very successful career that left him very workmanlike. But if it weren't for the power and size of Doctor Who and his role during its classic run, he would be a total footnote in history. And a lot of this book feels like Molesworth grappling with that fact. It feels like a book that doesn't have much interest in anything but showing how he was just a normal writer with a penchant for one excellent show.
This book spends a lot of time summarizing and synopsizing bsically everything Holmes did (and in some places didn't end up) writing for television. But Molesworth doesn't talk about the implications and what that means for who Holmes was as a person. I feel like I learned more about Holmes, who he was, how he became to be such a brilliant writer from the writings of others about the stories he wrote. A top-line, here's what he wrote is just scraping off the top of who this guy really was, and Molesworth (or at least this book he wrote) is incapable of digging deeper into what this guy believed and analyzing all of the implications of all the things he actually wrote.
So really, this was disappointing. And yes, the early and scattered reviews I heard about this book warned me that it was not the Holmes book any of us wanted. Or needed. And those reviews are all correct. If you want a better idea of Holmes, who he was, what he believed, it'd be better to watch his old stories and read analyses by those who love those stories. Because they paint a better picture than this book did. And yes, the part of this book that is about his script editing on Doctor Who is particularly illuminating, but, as with his actual script editing, it flies by too quickly and leaves us wanting more.
But if you want a list of all the things Holmes did that give you a synopsis of every major thing he ever wrote that wasn't Doctor Who, this is totally for you. I just can't imagine that, being that this is a book for Doctor Who fans because Holmes is best (and perhaps only) known for his Doctor Who work, that this book would actually be for you. Which is, unfortunately to say, anybody.