A mix between 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋æ𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 and 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘒 as well as 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘐𝘐, this book is essentially a bingo card checking off as many 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘰 clichés as possible.
Coming off the back of the two previous Twelfth Doctor novels, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 marked a stark contrast with its opening creepy prologue. Both prior stories had been dark plots with an undercurrent of humour and light-hearted relief, whereas this began utterly chillingly. The notion of giant insects wreaking havoc on a small English village sounded terrifying - especially with the description of the huge daddy long-legs and the discovery of the dead man in the spider's web. However, as the story unfolded, it began to feel more and more generic with plots and beats I have seen a thousand times over in 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘰: giant insects, a mysterious science facility, a masked villain with a facial disfigurement, secret Nazi experiments, a stone circle, mind controlled zombies, the companion swapping bodies with an enemy, and a big explosion to resolve the plot. Everything just felt clichéd and highly predictable, leaving the last few chapters especially boring and uninspired.
It is interesting to see how these tie-in novels present the eras in which they are set due to their publication coinciding with the release of the TV show. I imagine this lends difficulty to capturing the tone and voices within that series, as many of the authors have not yet watched the incumbent Doctor in action. Consequently, one of the first things I noticed was that this story felt very Third Doctor. This is not, by itself, a bad thing as I adore the Third Doctor and his respective era. However, there is emulating an era on one hand, and on the other there is ripping it off outright. The Doctor and assistant find themselves visiting a curiosity in a quaint English village is a premise very well-trodden in said era. Add on to that a mysterious facility that seem to be causing damage to the local populace, and a military invasion later in the story to save the day - there are many Third Doctor stories that this could describe. I don't know whether the author intended this story for the Third Doctor before switching to the Twelfth, but it certainly felt that way. The Doctor had been swapped out, Jo Grant had been swapped out for Clara, UNIT were swapped out for the army, and the Brigadier had been swapped out for Colonel Dickinson. With both books prior to this firmly placing themselves clearly within the Twelfth Doctor's era (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘭 remains on top for its impeccable characterisation of the Twelfth Doctor and Clara), it felt especially jarring to have something so misplaced.
There were stuff that I liked here. As a whole, the story flowed well and the protagonists remained likable throughout. Despite the generic plot and surprising number of typos, I still felt the urge to continue reading and find out more - especially with the frequent cliffhangers. It's very vividly written, with the aliens well thought out and easily pictured in the mind's eye. It could be exciting and creepy, and there were emotional stakes as well as real stakes. This book certainly isn't all bad and does have its redeeming qualities - even if the book's best and most intriguing parts are its prologue and epilogue which bookend the, more often than not, mediocre story.
For those also working their way through the BBC New Series novels, I certainly don't recommend skipping this story as there is definitely value in it. However, for those looking to cherrypick or start reading these novels, I wouldn't recommend this as a place to begin.