Let me state from the outset that I am a huge admirer of Andrew Cartmel, both as a writer and as the script editor who oversaw what is to my mind as accomplished and brilliant an era of Doctor Who as the considerably-more-lauded Hinchcliffe years. In spite of which, Cartmel's analysis of his achievements has always been ruthlessly objective, modest and unpretentious, laced with good humour and praise where it is due.
In all honesty, then, this book is a bit of a disappointment - not because Cartmel's perspectives and anecdotes are anything less than fascinating, but because the presentation is so haphazard. Over half of this book is clearly drawn from the diaries he kept while working on the show, all breathless excitement and chaotic non-sequitur. It's a shame that they're not presented as such, properly laid out by date and transcribed as written; instead they have been tinkered with, arranged by story and put in the past tense, though little else has been done to sort out the repetitions, the inconsistencies and the inaccuracies that are entirely forgivable in a diary but don't make a lot of sense in a retrospective. It's confusing and more than a little frustrating to read about arguments or people that have already been encountered, only to re-encounter them actually happening in a different chapter because of the way the chronology has been messed about with.
At the point where he says he began to take a more hands-off approach to the actual filming of stories, the diary entries give way to a more prosaic, analytical style (presumably because he was doing less standing around during shooting days and didn't find the time to make journal entries). Whilst his observations in this latter section are as astute and interesting as ever, it is strange to go from the energy of a contemporary account (the excitement and frustration writ large as it actually happens) to a more retrospective (and perhaps uncoincidentally more critical) perspective, in which he quotes other people involved almost as often as he tells his own story. To be honest, that material is available elsewhere. Not that these chapters suddenly achieve greater coherence - there is an undisciplined stream of consciousness feel to the whole thing, and the tenses are still all over the place. Also, given that I am reading a copy that was part of the third print run of this edition (the Ten Acre Productions reprint), it is a little bit annoying that so many glaring typos remain uncorrected.
Overall, then, it feels as though this potentially great read is let down because, irony of irony, it needed a better editor.