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STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE WAR CHIEF BEING THE MASTER HAPPEN. IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN
#murray gold i will confiscate your keyboard#STOP USING THE SAXON MASTER THEME FOR EVERYTHING#it genuinely makes me mad#doctor who#bbc doctor who#the master#bbc#the war chief#murray gold
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The Devil's Chord
Been looking forward to this one.
The Devil's Chord is a tritone right? Like the Devil's Interval? Ok yep, Wikipedia confirms since it says ""Devil's Chord" redirects here. For the Doctor Who episode, see The Devil's Chord." Yay, the one little bit of music theory I remembered.
The Simpsons starts with a Devil's Interval, once again one of the few things from music theory I remember. 4 knocks. I feel like Jinkx is truly everywhere now. A year or so ago when I heard she was cast in a Doctor Who episode I was like "oh, that's nice" but didn't really know who she was. And now I feel like she's literally everywhere all at once. Cute way to bring in the intro with the piano. Though if I see one person claim that this is the first time the Doctor Who Theme was played differently, I'm slapping them in the face with Demons of the Punjab. Oh and it coming out of the Jukebox as it finishes is cute too. Ruby's a girl after my own heart. Why have you never done it before Doctor? Seriously. Also who says they want to go to the Titanic? I'm with Ruby in picking a historical moment that's fun, the place I wanna go is to see opening night of Pippin on Broadway in 1972. We're just days before my dad was born. That's crazy. Ruby, girl, that dress could actually blend in decently well. But glad you're considering it. God. Ncuti in that outfit make me so happy. Ever since the first set pictures leaked. The afro with the mustache reminds me of pictures of my grandpa in the 70s. God I love historical episodes. I was warned there'd be no Beatles songs. Which really does make me sad. But knowing the Maestro steals music, sure. Doctor stop knocking with 4 knocks. Back to the no Beatles music thing. I wonder if they'll at least, at the end when I assume everything gets fixed, do one of the famous songs that the Beatles covered? Like Till There Was You from Music Man? Or maybe Twist and Shout? So I vaguely saw a gifset showing various older women. I scrolled past it quickly when I realized it was Doctor Who because of a gif or two of Mrs. Flood and I didn't want spoilers. I took from that little bit of context that she might be popping up everywhere. Is this Mrs. Flood again? Do I just forget what she looks like? What is the Maestro's motivation to do this? If you love music so much, why not make people make even more of it? So canonically, we don't know where Susan is? I've always assumed she's just lived her life out with whatshisface wherever the Doctor left them. Doctor, baby, why are you laughing? Oh the old lady probably remembers the time before music died. Doctor, I'm sure you realize you're basically using Ruby as bait. NO. No the laughing arpeggio again. The Giggle. No not the old lady. His soul is torn in half. God I still hate this stupid bigeneration thing so much. The gods? Lord Temporal? Bound in salt? We're really sticking with the salt thing. [Playing the Saxon theme off-key] Ok the specificity of just the captions mentioning Saxon really really concerns me. Only can go back to 1963, like how the Doctor limited the TARDIS under the Master's control to just go between 2007 (2008? Stupid RTD timeline) and the end of the universe. Speaking Turkish, I'm sorry what? "I thought that was non-diagetic." I had to look it up to make sure, but wow that's a good 4th wall breaking joke. AND it leans into the story theme. How can a song have so much power? Have you HEARD Carol of the Bells? Who is the oldest one? Also I better not see a single person complain about Clara's Impossible Girl-ness ever again when we've got Ruby making it literally snow and manifest her memories into real life. Maple Leaf Rag! I was gonna say in the opening that if it's 1925 and they want something fun, they got plenty of ragtime right there to pick from. Plus jazz. I was gonna say I don't know how I feel about John being the one to save the day, but then Paul joined him. I guess I can accept that. "The one who waits is almost here" Girl what does that even mean? If it's not Dhawan!Master I don't want them. Yasss Rhapsody in Blue. See this was a perfect opportunity to get the rights to Twist and Shout like come on. Raining indoors. Oh and there's the kid again. I thought he was a projection or something, but I guess he's real.
I definitely enjoyed that episode a lot. Though the There's Always A Twist At The End was a bit much, even for me the girl who loves musical theatre.
I wanna know what the notes that saved them were though.
Ok I dived into a Reddit thread to see what the answer was. No one gave a straight answer. Google wasn't helpful either (especially with their stupid AI thing). It seems the consensus is that it's the final chord of A Day In the Life. I'm gonna take their word for it, my knowledge of music theory ends at me even knowing what the Devil's Interval was in the first place.
Also two things that came to mind as I proofread this:
The Doctor being called the Lord Temporal makes me wonder if they're gonna try to say he's one of these beings from outside the universe. Since it could be possible given he's the Timeless Child.
...Actually. In the process of typing this, my mom asked me a question and when I came back I literally could not remember what the second thing was. And I've spent like 10 minutes trying to remember by rereading the post. I can't remember. It's totally gone. So, I may edit this with whatever my second thought was. Maybe I was wondering if Ruby would be the one who is like the Toymaker and Maestro? I feel like that wasn't it though, but it was something I thought of.
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Bear with me: WEREBEARS
So hereâs the thing. In my slow, mad, terrible and quite tedious descent into academic madness, carrying with it its load of essays, papers and source materials necessary for my masterâs thesis in which I make everything as gay as a rainbow perfused with glittery iced-coffee as possible given the time period I am working on, I have come across an interesting piece of lore that I think has gone overlooked by fanfic authors in the wider genre of transformative works. Werebears. You know... Like a werewolf, but with bears.
So my research takes me first to the Indo-Europeans whose words for bears were euphemisms bypassing the very essence of the bear, using words describing it without naming it to designate them. Probably because they were afraid of them, big monstrous beasts towering over them with claws made of darkness and a matter as destructive as steel. The name, here, the true name, is something to fear, something to never utter and forget lest you conjure the very demon you seek to keep at bay, into the dark of the forests rather than in the midst of civilization. Based on that we may infer the fact that bears belonged to the domain of monstrosity and darkness, something to be concealed.
Then - OH! THEN! - comes the Saga of King Hrolf Kraki and the Anglo Saxon poem Beowulf, and Bodvar Bjarki, and Hott/Hjalti, the knightly duo, which is a theme widely used across the literary production of Europe in the XIth-XIIth century. The knightly duo (or duo chevaleresque) is this unit formed by two separate parts, aka, two knights, who, together incarnate the wholesomeness of the ideals of chivalry. Almost like a marriage. So what is interesting in Bodvarâs case is that he can turn into a gigantic bear. He is born from Bera and Bjorn, Bjorn, cursed to be a bear, Bera, cursed to love one. Here, the bear is heavily linked with mankind. Bears are our savage doppelganger in a way. We turn bears when we return to some form of primal savagery, to darkness and violence and chaos. Because bears can stand up on two feet and can grab things with their hands. They eat food humans eat and hibernate most of the winter, which humans did at the time (in a way). So bears = humans.
Bodvar himself emulate this dichotomy. He is a bear at night, a human during the day. BUT!!! This does not stop here!!! Bodvar, as established by the way he goes out of his way to turn Hott into Hjalti (which roughly translates as âwarriorâ) by having him drink some dragonâs blood needs Hjalti by his side.Bodvar roughly translates as âbearâ and Hott as âmanâ. So not only does Bodvar illustrates in himself the dichotomy, but he also needs to express it in the world he has agency over. Because his nature is not of his own choice, but the way he exists in society is. So Bodvar needs Hott. Bear needs Man.
And just as a princess turns her bear lover into a prince, Hott allows Bodvar to exist within a society that fears and reveres him.Â
So basically, werebears are creature of halves in search for completion to exist in the world. Itâs deeper than Twilightâs impregnation. Itâs the need for the human, rather than the need for a pack. Itâs the need for one person while alone. Werebears needs a human (preferably one of their same gender) to be their doppelganger, their avatar in the world, lest they become that monstrous beast the Indo-europeans were so afraid about.
#lore#werebear#mythology#I AM SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING BUT I LOVE QUEERING SHIT UP SO MUCH!!!#EVERYTHING IS GAY IF YOU'RE BRAVE ENOUGH KIDS!!!#NORSE MYTHOLOGY IS QUEER Y'ALL!!!!!#THEY GOT A RAINBOW BRIDGE AND CROSS-DRESSING GODS!!!
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Doctor Who Tag Game
Tagged by: @sopheirionâ thank you!!!
Favourite Doctor: Ten, ten and always Ten. I just love Davidâs portrayalâs of the Doctor more than I can say. I love the good, and I love the bad. I love when heâs being an idiot, when heâs flirtatious as hell with Rose (omg the memories) like you two get a room, when he finally snaps, when heâs a dumb oblivious as fuck and you want to smack cause heâs being an asshole, I love when heâs heartbroken. The faces David pulls are the best thing in the world. Like his âI donât want to goâ ARE YOU KIDDING ME DAVID??? And the whole Doomsday episode, his blank face against the wall omg Iâm gonna cry right now. And when this bitch has the audacity to disappear before saying it aaaaahhhh. But also the way he talk quickly and absolute nonsense. His âerâ. When heâs being silly as hell with Donna, those were the good times. When heâs angry yelling, but also when heâs cold angry in the end of The Family of Blood. When he realize things and make the âoh iâm so stupid thingâ but also when heâs realizing sad thing like with the end of Donna. Bitch when he cries under the rain like some edgy boy, I cry too. His smile when things are getting exciting, but also the smile going into his eyes that is just for Rose and only Rose Tyler The various face he makes with Donna, all the non verbal communication. Also when Martha decides to leave and you can see that heâs (too late) proud of her, and after that when he sees her again heâs being honest with her..The way he pronounces certain words if that makes sense???? Also Davidâs whole acting in Midnight, that was insane on so many levels. And least but not last : his iconic hair. I donât think I need to tell more. And aside from that, I love all his seasonâs arcs, all his companions are my top three favourites. And of course, my close second favourite is Nine, cause without Nine, Ten wouldnât be the Doctor he was.
Favourite Master:Â tbh Iâm not that much into the Master, but I guess itâs Simm!Master cause I love his arcs. But I also love Missy as a character (not sure about her arcs though)
Favourite Sonic:Â I love both Nine/Tenâs sonic and Elevenâs sonic.Â
Favourite Companion: aaaaahhhh not this question lmao. So I canât really choose between Rose and Donna. I just love them both too much. So Iâm not even a hardcore shipper of anyything by tumblrâs standards at least lmao, but the Doctor and Rose (both Nine and Ten) as been the first fictional couple I deeply rooted for (like Iâve enjoyed a lot of other ships before but never as harder and deeply) and that I still root for after all these years (in fact Clexa is the only other one that goes that hard, but everything else is just phases, they come and they go but they never stay). I love the tragedy of them, bitch who am I kidding, I love it that much cause itâs a tragedy lmao. I just love how they both make each other better, but also how they flirt like dumbass teens, how they communicate, how they cry for each other. BUT, and itâs very important, I love Rose for herself. Sheâs not just interesting because of the Doctor. Sheâs so relatable for instance? Like sheâs not from a wealthy family, she clearly doesnât give two fuck about fashion (or was it 2005 who was like this?), sheâs not too smart, too pretty (ok sheâs definitely is for me), too much of anything, sheâs average. And I love this a freaking lot you canât imagine. She has flaws, and yes thatâs exactly what we want in a character. Yes she has moments when sheâs being selfish (but who doesnât? especially when in love), and yet she has some of the most beautiful selfless moments,sacrificing herlself in Doomsday is the best cause she was literally gonna end up in the void but she didnât hesitated for one second. Also when sheâs showing empathy for other people, sheâs being caring and understanding. And she doesnât take anyoneâs else bullshit, she call them out, and that include the Doctor first. Just because she loves him doesnât mean itâs gonna stop her from telling him to stop being a punk ass bitch. Also she evolved so much between s2 and s4, and I donât think itâs character inconsistency, itâs just that it happened off screen. BY THE WAY I WOULD VERY MUCH A SPIN OFF ABOUT ROSE TYLER HOPPING WORLDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH @BBC!!!Â
Now Donna? Where do I start? Sheâs also average, and also very relatable. In fact, personnally I think sheâs the most relatable for me. Using humour, snark and sass to hide 10 thousands insecurities? Yes thatâs the most relatable thing ever. Donna is the funniest character but sheâs also the one who has the saddest ending in my opinion. Cause she grow up, she sees the world, and she understand that she is THE shit, she matters, she is important, and then she forgets all about it. Thatâs so cruel, and heartbreaking and angering, cause she deserved everyfuckingthing, she deserved the world. And her departure hit me so fucking hard. Sheâs going back to her life, thinking she would be not enough, I can feel that so deeply. Aaaahhh Iâm hurting myself writing this. But sheâs so amazing, sheâs smart, thinking out of the box really make her so great, and sheâs the one who take the least shit about anything. She stands up, yells, makes a scene, but she get straight to the point. Also sheâs not the young and conventionally attractive companion and she knows that. And sheâs so funny and sassy, and close to the Doctor. I mean sheâs the Doctor Donna for a reason, sheâs like a human version of the Doctor, with the sass, the babbling, the clumsiness. God I love Donna so much, I wish I had so much more of her. Also she has absolutely zero romantic feelings for the Doctor and the fact that they are the bitchy bffs of the universe is the best.Â
Favourite Story: I love a lot of stories, but my favourite is The Stolen Earth/Journeyâs End no doubt. The story is a perfect mix of happiness, having every RTDâs characters together, all my fave working together is the absolute best, and of sadness, the departure of Donna (I wonât re talk about it ok) and Ten letting Rose go AGAIN. And the fact that thereâs everyone he loves in these episode but then he ends up all on his own. God why do I love being hurt so much??? And the Daleks are also my favourite villains (itâs just such DW bullshit as a villain tbh lmfao) so I have everything I want. Generally speaking I love RTDâs arcs, cause the sign are here the whole seasons (Bad Wolf, vote Saxon, the bees disappearing and sheâs coming back) but itâs not a âHEY LOOK THEREâS SOMETHING FISHY TO SEE HERE HEYYYYâ or âWE ARE STARTING THE SEASON WITH ONE QUESTION, ONE PLOT POINT AND THATâS WHAT YOUâLL WANT TO BE RESOLVED BY THE END OF THE SEASONâ, itâs subtle, itâs casual mention, and itâs when youâre in the last three episode that youâre starting to realize something is wrong...Thatâs one of my favourite type of writing ever (thatâs probably why I love Sandersonâs books too). Itâs not some mystery to solve, cause there werenât any mystery to solve, because me, a dumbass viewer, werenât even paying attention at first. But itâs here, it fills the plot. And when you see it youâre like âof courseâ. Itâs not forced on me if I can say it like this. It allows me to see other stuffs. Itâs not attention seeking I guess? But yes the end of s4 is my favourite story, all is in place. All characters do what they do best. Thereâs laugh and thereâs tears, and I love it.
Favourite Soundtrack: everything Murray Gold has been doing for the show is pure gold and I think thatâs a thing the whole fandom can agree upon. My artist of the decade according to Spotify is him, and considering I havenât listened daily to his songs (except for some still regularly) I think that say a lot about how much I used to love both his music and the show at some point. My favourite of his are Doomsdayâs Theme ofc, Love Across the Distant Stars, I am the Doctor, Roseâs Theme, Amyâs Theme, Claraâs Theme, Vale and cry. All of them. And that include the one soundtracks for episodes I donât even like lmao. Â
Dream Actor for next Doctor: I donât know, why not John Boyega? He deserves to be the main character and be treated well, of a sci-fi show.Â
Dream Composer:Â Murray Gold come back to me. Or I would love a glimpse of what Lorne Balfe could do.
Dream Story: Something that involves seeing Rose and Tentoo, and Martha as the Earth counselor, with Thirteen still having feelings for Rose. And Rose too. But the plot? Idk lmao. However the end would be sad cause Thirteen would have to see Rose and Tentoo coming back to their world, and I would cry. Also Thirteen would aknowledge Martha as the smarter companion the Doctor had ever had lmao.
A Companion Youâd like to see back:Â Martha, but like not as a companion cause she made it clear that she would not come back, and that wouldnât be fitting her character if she changed her mind. But she could always be accidentally stuck in the TARDIS, I mean it happened once. But really I would just love to have her coming to the rescue when shit on Earth goes too far and the Doctor needs help of a specialist. Thatâs Martha you need Doctor.
An Enemy/Alien/Creature youâd like to see again: Iâm always here to see the daleks.Â
If you could travel with one of the Doctors, which Doctor and why?:Â Ten? Because heâs my fave, but also Thirteen because Iâm gay and I would like to take my chance lmao
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World Enough and Time
//Okay SO.Â
On the bright side:
--It looks like Simm Master was willing to use the Cybermen to his advantage in order to survive his resurrection which was killing him.  But that doesnât mean heâs not willing to turn on them and possibly side with the Doctor. Which would be bittersweetly wonderful.  I want to be able to point to canon that isnât from as far back as 2009 and say âsee, heâs as multi dimensional as Missy is.â  --Missy calling the Doctor âhoney.â  Missy having the ability to quell the Doctorâs panic. Missy and the Doctor being DOMESTIC. --Literally Missyâs entire attempt to go on a mission. âIâm Doctor Who.â  âAre you a human?â âDonât be a bitch.â  --The  Doctor explaining the Masterâs importance as his first friend and âmancrushâ to Bill.  âSo smart, so fast, so funny!â  --The entire fucking part with âThe Razor,â LMAO.  Which btw I knew it was him the moment he spoke.  I knew the voice and the eyes. Anyway, All his snarky lines about âthe pain of hot tea hiding the horrible flavor; they canât feel pain, well yes they can,  I was just telling a clever lie; not everyone can wear burglar masks like I can, I have skills!; fast bottom, HEHEHEH; your hugs hurt my heart, no literally your metal heart grinds into my chestâ;  him fucking COOKING ON A STOVETOP; can we just be AMAZED at his long-con talents, at his capacity to LIE IN WAIT with the patience of a supernatural being, at how he played Bill and won her over so that he could gather intel about Missy and about Nardole and about Twelve?  Nobody tell me heâs an arrogant prick who canât SURVIVE ANYTHING ever again!!!!  How fucking long has he been on that ship over the black hole, when did he learn to hide in the bottom like the fabulous rat that he is, so he could gather intel about his enemies at the top???? HE THINKS. OF. EVERYTHING!!!! --THE MOMENT. HE RIPPED OFF. THE MASK. AND HIS FAKE ACCENT DROPPED. AND HE REFERRED TO THE HAROLD SAXON YEARS. I SCREAMED AND CLAPPED. --HIS THEME!!! PLAYING!!!! at the very END!!!! DADADADA, DADADADA, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!! --THE MOMENT HE LAUGHED AT MISSY AND IT WAS THAT BIG OBNOXIOUS LORDLY LAUGH FROM THE GUT THAT IS SO SIMM MASTER.  --The two Masters standing together to present their horrible work to the Doctor. Â
On the downside:
--BILL. --The Doctor does not deserve Missy, the Master, any incarnation thereof. He is contemptible and dangerous and arrogant, âtestingâ her morality like sheâs a guinea pig, keeping her cooped up in the basement of his TARDIS, treating her with disdain and distance, and itâs blown up in his face.  Iâm so angry at him.  He is so much more dangerous than the Master will ever be because he has the capacity to INSPIRE people, and so often he does so at their risk, justifying it by hiding behind a martyr complex.  Sorry.  Not buying it.  Moffat era Doctors tend to bother me especially in this respect.  They never own up to their mistakes, they never own responsibility, and when they do, they overkill so much that it all becomes about their atonement and not other peopleâs welfare. They are more manipulative than any Master will ever be.  And to me thatâs the fatal flaw of Moffat era, even with all its wonderful attributes. --Itâs annoying to me that weâre going to blame Simm Master for Billâs conversion as if only he has the schadenfreude, out of all the Masters, to commit such an act as to hand her over to the scientists converting everyone.  I donât like where this is going, creating a dichotomy in which he is the Id and Missy is the Superego, of the psyche known as the Master.  There is PROOF from End of Time that he was already willing to entertain thoughts of gratitude and remorse, when he returned the Doctorâs favor of saving his life. --Iâm uncomfortable that Missy canât remember doing this, unless she remembers now that Simm Master has changed history. --Letâs sit down and think about this for a moment. And this isnât really a downside so much as an observation.  And itâs totally IC btw, I am willing to accept it fully: that Simm Master let Bill be turned into a cyberman TO REWRITE HIS OWN DESTINY, TO CHANGE HIS NEXT REGENERATION, TO FORCE THE DOCTOR TO ABANDON THIS VAIN HOPE OF REDEEMING HER, AND TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUND THAT ONCE AGAIN HE FAILED A HUMAN COMPANION. DO YOU KNOW. HOW MUCH FOREPLANNING THAT REQUIRED. ITâS ON THE SAME SCOPE AS THE TOCLAFANE AND TURNING ALL THE WORLD INTO HIMSELF. ALWAYS ALWAYS TO PROVE TO THE DOCTOR THAT HIS MISSION TO SAVE EVERYONE IS FUTILE. Only NOW?  Now, heâs stopped demeaning humans, and started attacking the Doctorâs own internal flaws and shortcomings. Heâs gotten even SMARTER with his cruelty. Do not fuck with this guy, DO NOT FUCK WITH THIS GUY. Â
I have more but Iâll be merciful and stop there. I am just. BUZZING with muse right now. HOOOO. Â Moffat is as usual cruelly over stimulating. Â
I am not ready for next week, and I am gonna be a mess.Â
#meta#The Master#Simm Master#dw spoilers#John Simm#Michelle Gomez#Missy#Gomez Master#World Enough and Time
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Hands-on: A. Lange & Söhne Lange 1 Time Zone Ref. 136.032 Watch
BYÂ HARLAN CHAPMAN-GREEN
In 2016 we got to go on a tour of the A. Lange & Söhne manufactory. A part of that tour was spending some time in the building which housed the original workshops in GlashĂŒtte. Itâs an office space now, and a place to meet and interview staff (this is where we met Product Direct Anthony de Haas). We also got to spend time in a room full of watches for us to try out, and there were watches from every product range there from the Double Split to the Richard Lange Perpetual Terraluna to the simple Saxonia Thin. I took photos of a lot of them, but while I was doing that I was wearing one of their watches: the old Lange 1 Timezone. It fitted my wrist so well and was comfortable too. The dial was elegant and well thought out. It was close to the perfect watch, so imagine how I felt when I saw this new one for the first time.
Anxious. Thatâs how I felt. I wasnât sure about it when I first saw the press photos. But, we know that press photos donât convey everything about a watch; you need some real hands-on images to get a better sense of a timepiece. When the opportunity to go hands-on with the new piece arose, I made sure to clear my calendar for it.Â
The watch measures in at 41.9mm in diameter and 10.9mm in thickness, which puts it in the middle ground of the watch category it aims to compete with. While Iâm sure the fine folks at A. Lange & Söhne will say that their watch is in a class of its own (and it kind of is), it should be noted that for a watch with this complication at this price point there is some competition. For example, Patek Philippeâs 5230 world-time. A Traditional world-time watch displaying all 24 timezones simultaneously, that watch has a 38.5mm case but is more affordable than the Lange 1 Timezone. The other alternative could be the Classique Hora Mundi 5717 from Breguet. That watch features a unique setup which allows you to switch between two timezones with the push of a button. The Hora Mundi is bigger than the Lange 1 Timezone, measuring at 43mm in diameter, itâs also more expensive.
The Lange 1 Timezone sits at a happy medium, at least between those two watches which I think are the main competitors for it. With a price tag of âŹ48,000, the Lange 1 Timezone feels as expensive as it is.Â
The wearing experience
To use the same clichĂ© I always use when writing about my hands-on experience with watches from A. Lange & Söhne, the watch felt extremely solid, robust and German. The word German isnât an adjective in any sense, but it often becomes one when describing a German-made product. Watch a few episodes of the old-school Top Gear with Clarkson, Hammond & May, and youâll probably find them waxing lyrical about how solid and powerful an AMG Mercedes-Benz feels, or how precise a BMW M car is. Theyâre not just doing that for the TV appeal, either, stepping into any BMW in the range these days feels like climbing the social ladder, even their smallest cars feel like theyâve been made with more care than their more affordable European and Japanese counterparts, but I digress.
The watch in hand feels heavier than the 111-gram reading from our VSS (Very Scientific (Kitchen) Scales) lets on. This makes it 32 grams lighter than our reference timepiece, the Rolex GMT Master 2 126710 BLNR and 43 grams lighter than the Odysseus I had a go with back in February. Those watches are steel, though, and come on a steel bracelet. If the Lange 1 Timezone were to be presented on a rose gold bracelet (like some of the older Lange 1s had), it would probably break into the 200-gram category. Despite being relatively easy to scratch, the gold in the case is still very dense and coupled with a rose gold pin-buckle it makes for a reassuring watch to wear. You know where your money went with this one, you can feel it in your hands.
The pushers feel precise, they require a little force (especially the city ring), but it does feel like youâre moving gears in there which is a nice feeling. The only tricky part I found was decoupling the time dials (more on that later), you have to push the city ring in so far without clicking it forwards to set the hours of the second timezone separately, and itâs really easy to overdo it and have to start all over again. Itâs a very small point, and I only had to do it once (the watch came set up for Berlin time, to get the city ring dial set up correctly on GMT I had to decouple the dials). It would be easier to put this decoupling feature in the crown, so it pulls out to a third position.Â
For me, the tangible feel of the piece is the most important part, knowing where my âŹ48,000 went is extremely important, more important than whether the watch will still be worth that much in the future. Maybe Iâm a simpleton for living in the here and now when it comes to watches?Â
The movement
Although I like to focus on the things I can feel with my hands, it always pays to take a loupe to the things that are trapped behind sapphire crystal. Youâd be forgiven for thinking that A. Lange & Söhne hasnât changed much in the calibre L141.1, it looks the same as all the other Lange 1 movements after all. While itâs not had a completely revolutionary upgrade, there are still some changes worth noting.
First of all, updates of spring technologies and efficiency mean that the new calibre L141.1 retains the 72-hour power reserve of the outgoing calibre L031.1, but it only has one mainspring rather than two. Youâll see on the old model that the word Doppelfederhaus â double spring house â was printed on the dial, whereas now it says Gangreserve 72 Stunden which means âPower reserve (of) 72 hoursâ. A. Lange & Söhne has also started producing its hairsprings in-house as well, so while the old L031.1 used a Nivarox hairspring, the new L141.1 uses an in-house made spring, itâs a little detail in reality, but it means a lot for a watchmaker to produce their own hairsprings.
The watch also has a new indication which has been implemented into the second timezone subdial. Inside the arrow is a window that turns red or white, depending on whether the indicated timezone uses daylight saving. The watch canât adjust itself for that, but it is nice that it tells you that you may need to change it according to the timezone youâve just arrived in. Despite being a small window, it was legible when on the wrist, as there are only two possible colours, it could be it was easy to tell the difference.
The movement retains the 3Hz oscillation rate of the outgoing model, as well as the high level of finishing. A. Lange & Söhne applies the same level of detailing to all of its watches, no matter how expensive they are. The balance cock has been engraved by hand, along with the cock for the exposed wheels that connect the second timezone to the first. The patterns carved into the two cocks are unique to the artisan that engraved them, and everyone in the small engraving department has their own theme which they meticulously apply. The three-quarter baseplate (a GlashĂŒtte tradition) has also been finished with precision and features GlashĂŒtte stripes as the main eye-catcher. The edges have been polished to remove signs of machining, and a couple of the jewels are sat in polished gold chatons, a throwback to old-school watchmaking where chatons were the only way to hold a jewel in place. Thereâs even a cutout to view the top of the click (the ratchet that stops the watch unwinding when using the crown), and itâs been given the same level of attention as every other piece. Youâll also find heat-blued screws dotted about the place, while they arenât necessary to the overall function of the timepiece, their addition shows the extra steps the folks at A. Lange & Söhne take when making a watch.
The movement may have been remade from the ground up, but its appearance is still quite similar to the old model. Both calibres have the same 34.1mm diameter, but the new movement is flatter and looks larger when viewed through the caseback.
The dial
The dial is where most changes have occurred. It still features the A. Lange & Söhne typeface, the Outsize Date, the Up/Down power reserve and the city ring around the edge, but a couple of things have changed. As well as the replacement of the Doppelfederhaus text, the day/night indicators have been moved inside the time dials. Before, they were an arrow sat on a rotating disc, now though they encompass the pinion the hands sit on and perform one rotation per 24 hours. When the hour hand goes across the blue semicircular line, the watch is indicating that itâs night time. Though, of course, if you look out the window, you can tell itâs night time.
The dial is laid out in the classic A. Lange & Söhne way, with all the different elements spaced out in such a manner that they are subconsciously pleasing to look at. For an in-depth explanation, read my Fortnight Review of the Grand Lange 1. The same principles apply here, the centre of the larger time dial, the centre of the Outsize Date and the centre of the away dial all join together to form a triangle which has perfect proportions (the âGolden Triangleâ). Because of how our brains process and interpret their surroundings, this shape always seems correct to us, even if we ourselves donât entirely know why and canât really explain it.
The lancet hands common on watches from the Saxon brand make an appearance here, made of rose gold, so they match the case and provide contrast to the silver argenté dial. While the main dial itself has a subtle matte-style finish to it, the time dials have had concentric circles engraved onto them to break it all up a little.
Reading the time is very easy, although there is no lume on the watch at all. When staying put at the home timezone, both dials display the same time, which I think is visually appealing. When you travel abroad, depress the lower pusher to advance the hand on the smaller dial forwards by one hour, this will move the day/night indicator as well. Itâs then simply a matter of advancing the hour ring forwards until you hit the city of your choice, all very easy stuff. Winding the watch is easy as well, thereâs no screw-down crown, so you donât need to unscrew it to wind the watch.
Conclusion
This is a classical dress watch with complications done in the right way. Instead of being confusing for the sake of âheritageâ that I find a lot of Swiss manufacturers are doing, A. Lange & Söhne has taken extra steps to simplify the world-time watch. The updates to the watch have been successful as they bring it into line with the Saxon brandâs new releases (letâs face it, this needed an update as it was launched in 2005 and not really updated since), and it looks contemporary. The fact that they launched the redesigned piece not long after they unveiled a limited-edition 25th-anniversary edition of the Lange 1 Timezone using the old model should bode well for the secondary market prices of that piece too.
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Timestamp #193: Utopia & The Sound of Drums & Last of the Time Lords
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Timestamp #193: Utopia & The Sound of Drums & Last of the Time Lords
Doctor Who: Utopia Doctor Who: The Sound of Drums Doctor Who: Last of the Time Lords (3 episodes, s03e11-e13, 2007)
 From the end of the universe to the end of the world.
 Utopia
The TARDIS materializes on the Cardiff Rift in the modern day in order to refuel. They only expect to be there for twenty seconds, during which Martha and the Doctor discuss a little problem with the Slitheen on the Rift, and the Doctor almost avoids picking up an immortal hitch-hiker. Something propels the TARDIS to the year 100 trillion, at the very end of the universe, and Captain Jack Harkness is hanging on through time and space for the ride.
In that far future, a human hunt is underway by the Futurekind. Professor Yana and his assistant Chantho regret the event in motion, but they cannot spare the guards to save the lost soul. They are on a quest for a place called Utopia. When asked for a status report, Yana is unable to focus due to the sound of drums in his head.
They also detect a new arrival as the TARDIS touches down.
The Doctor is apprehensive â almost scared â since this place is farther than any Time Lord has gone before. (Remember that there was a rule among Time Lords that they shouldnât travel beyond a certain time.) As they leave the TARDIS, they find Jackâs dead body. Luckily, he springs back to life. The Doctor dissuades Jack from hitting on Martha as they exchange tense pleasantries. Jack notes the Doctorâs new face and asks after Rose, relieved to know that sheâs still alive.
As they explore, Jack shares his story with Martha as the Doctor criticizes his method of time travel. Jack used his vortex manipulator to bounce from the battle with the Daleks to Earth in 1869. From there, he waited for the Doctor to arrive, eventually settling on the Rift. Martha frets about being left behind like Jack was, but the Doctor focuses them back on their task. They have found a city (or hive) and the Doctor muses on the decline of the universe as it dies around them. They then spot the hunted human and rush to his aid.
Jack draws his revolver and fires warning shots into the air. The horde stops long enough for the travelers to set their sights on the Silo, a safe space for humanity. The Silo is also home to Yanaâs lab, and he is excited to learn that a doctor (of everything) has arrived. As the humans in the Silo offer aid, the Doctor asks them to bring his TARDIS to the camp.
As they walk through the refugee camp, the Doctor praises the indomitable spirit of humanity. They also figure out (by almost falling to the bottom) that the Silo is a literal missile silo, home to a rocket to take people to Utopia.
Professor Yana finds the Doctor and puts him to work as a consultant, but the Time Lord doesnât recognize any of it. Meanwhile, Martha finds out that Jack is carrying the Doctorâs discarded hand, prompting a discussion of the Doctorâs status as the last of the Time Lords. Chantho is also the last of her kind, and Martha is downright obsessed with the Doctorâs new hand.
Sheâs never seen him regenerate, so this is all new to her.
Yana introduces the Doctor to Utopia: A signal from the depths that calls to the last of the humans scattered across the night. The Doctor is intrigued but also concerned as the professor has another attack of the drums. He also recognizes that the rocket will not be able to fly, and with a wave of his sonic screwdriver the circuits are complete.
Humanity is ready to fly.
As the Futurekind watch from beyond the gates, the humans board the rocket. Martha talks briefly with the young child they met on their arrival, unaware of a Futurekind spy nearby. Meanwhile, the Doctor praises Yanaâs work which he recognizes a system of âfood and string and staples.â Yana reveals that he will be staying behind with Chantho, and the drums intensify as he sees the TARDIS on a nearby monitor.
As the Doctor uses the TARDIS to help make final launch preparations, he seems to recognize the professorâs symptoms. Meanwhile, Martha bonds with Chantho (who begins each sentence with âchanâ and ends it with âthoâ) before aiding the professor with monitoring a coupling room. The room is flooded with Stet radiation, but it also controls the gravity footprint on the ship.
While work proceeds in the coupling room, the Futurekind spy sabotages the system. As radiation rises, Jack jumpstarts the override by passing the current through himself. It kills him momentarily, but his resurrection proves useful as they need someone to go in and finish the work.
As Jack enters the flooded chamber, the Doctor reveals that heâs known about the immortality since the battle with the Daleks. Jack, a single person, is a fixed point in time. Thatâs something that should never happen. Roseâs power as the Bad Wolf gave him that gift. The Doctor asks him if he wants to die, and Jack says that he doesnât know.
While Martha and Chantho monitor Jackâs progress, Yanaâs internal drumbeat intensifies again as he learns about traveling in time and space. The discussion between the Doctor and Jack reverberates through Yana.
The Gallifrey theme (âThis is Gallifrey: Our Childhood, Our Homeâ) punctuates every step, but comes crashing to a stop as Yana produces a pocket watch. Heâs had it since he was found as a child, and heâs never been able to open it.
Martha recognizes it. She goes to find the Doctor.
Jack finishes his work and the countdown commences. As they work, Martha tells the Doctor about the watch. The Doctor is shaken by this news because it means that he is not the last of his kind. But the perception filter is slipping. Familiar words and voices flit through Yanaâs mind as the rocket lifts off, and he opens the watch.
Remember Boeâs last words: You are not alone. YANA.
Professor Yana is the Master.
He locks the Doctorâs team in the launch control room and opens the Silo to the Futurekind. The Doctor breaks out, but heâs too late to stop the Master from killing Chantho. The Master takes the disc regarding Utopia, puts the jar with the hand in the TARDIS, and disconnects the TARDIS from the laboratory. He takes a fatal gunshot from a mortally wounded Chantho before jumping into the capsule and locking the door.
The Doctor breaks into the lab and begs with him to let him in, but the Master takes the opportunity to regenerate. He taunts the Doctor with a voice that Martha recognizes, but despite the Doctorâs apology and attempt to stop him with the sonic screwdriver, the Master dematerializes with the TARDIS.
The travelers are stranded in the future and left to fight the invading Futurekind.
 The Sound of Drums
The Doctor fixes the vortex manipulator and is able to jump the travelers to modern-day London. As Martha and Jack discuss how theyâll find the Master, they realize that they have arrived on the day after Election Day.
The Master has been elected Prime Minister, and his name is Harold Saxon.
On Saxonâs first day, heâs a little overwhelmed by the demands of the job, but heâs happy to have Marthaâs sister Tish on his staff. His cabinet is dismayed by his odd behavior, particularly when he calls them all traitors.
He rewards their loyalty by killing them all with toxic gas.
Martha, Jack, and the Doctor retreat to Marthaâs apartment to research Saxon. Sheâs stunned to realize that theyâve only been away for four days since she first met the Doctor, but the Master was able to use the TARDIS to change history for the duration of his campaign. All of it started after the downfall of Harriet Jones.
In a sense, the Doctor paved the way for the Masterâs ascendancy.
Meanwhile, Vivien Rook of the Sunday Mirror tries to convince Lucy Saxon, Haroldâs wife, that her husband is an imposter. She provides proof that his life is a forgery, starting only eighteen months before around the launch of the Archangel project. Lucy is faithful to her husband, however, and Rook ends up dead shortly thereafter by the hands of the Masterâs death probes.
Lucy is beside herself that someone could put it all together, but Saxon reassures her that everything ends the next morning.
In Marthaâs apartment, the Doctor reveals that he fused the TARDIS controls when the Master stole the capsule. It had no choice but to land eighteen months before their current location. The Doctor recognizes that Saxonâs campaign speeches were laced with the drumbeat, impregnating it in the minds of the electorate.
They watch as Saxon announces the arrival of the Toclafane, reassuring the viewers that this wonât be like the previous alien encounters â namely the destruction of Big Ben, the ghosts and Cybermen, and the Christmas Star â before cueing the Doctor that Marthaâs apartment is boobytrapped (complete with a Magpie Electricals television set). They escape before it blows up, and Martha tries to warn her family that they are in danger. Saxonâs forces are faster, and her entire family is locked away while the travelers run.
The Master intercepts Marthaâs call to her brother, and the Doctor takes the opportunity to talk with his friend and rival. The Doctor reveals the fate of Gallifrey. He also learns that the Master was resurrected by the Time Lords to fight in the Last Great Time War, but that he ran when the Dalek Emperor took the Cruciform and used a Chameleon Arch to become human.
The Master refuses the Doctorâs offer of help, showing the Doctor on television that he and his friends are now enemies of the state. Heâs also dispatched Torchwood Three to the Himalayas on a wild goose chase. When he disconnects, the travelers have no choice but to run.
The Master is later contacted by one of the Toclafane â the spheres of death â demanding to know if the machine is ready. The Master says that it will be by the next morning, and despite the threat of the coming darkness from which the Toclafane must run, thereâs nothing he can do to speed it up.
The Doctor, Martha, and Jack hide in an abandoned warehouse. While snacking on takeaway chips, they discuss the origins of the Master. The Doctor speaks highly of the known image of Gallifrey. At the age of eight, initiates are taken to look upon a gap in the fabric of reality known as the Untempered Schism, a window into the temporal vortex. It inspired the Doctor to run but it probably drove the Master mad.
Jack reveals that he works for Torchwood, but promises that he rebuilt it from the ashes of the old, corrupt regime. He downloads a video sent to Torchwood about the Archangel Network, a new phone service that the Master controls. The carrier wave is the sound of drums, whispering to the world to trust the Master. The Doctor devises perception filters for three TARDIS keys, one for each of them. He also reveals that Time Lords can detect other Time Lords, even through regenerations.
The team moves from the warehouse as Air Force One delivers President Arthur Winters to London. The President orders Saxon to cede control to UNIT and is dismayed by the Prime Ministerâs childish antics. The President has arranged for first contact on the USS Valiant, a UNIT aircraft carrier. The travelers watch the goings-on from the side of the runway, and the Master is suspicious but overall unaware. Martha is upset to see her family paraded on the tarmac, and the Doctor reinforces that he wants to save the Master, not kill him. They use the vortex manipulator to travel to the Valiant, where they discover that it is an aircraft carrier in the sky.
As morning dawns, the Master prepares for the first contact meeting while eating jelly babies. The travelers find the TARDIS, but subdued lighting and the Cloister Bell alert the Doctor that something is wrong. It has been configured to be a paradox machine, set to go off at 8:02 AM.
But the Doctor has a plan.
They sneak into the meeting room, intent on putting a key around the Masterâs neck and canceling his perception filter. The first contact begins, but the Toclafane specifically (by name) request to see the Master. Saxon reveals himself as the Master and assassinates the President. The Doctor is taken into custody before the Master kills Jack with a laser screwdriver.
The Master uses the Lazarus experiment and the Doctorâs genetic code (courtesy of the hand in a jar) to advance the Doctor a century in age. He then brings in Marthaâs family for the main event.
A crack tears open in the sky above the carrier as six billion Toclafane emerge and start murdering humans without prejudice. Ten percent are killed immediately. Martha takes one last look at her friends and family before using the vortex manipulator to teleport away. She emerges on the planet below and runs into hiding, promising to return.
Until then, the Master has won.
So it came to pass that the human race fell and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion as Master of all. And I thought it good.
 Last of the Time Lords
Itâs been one year since the invasion of the Toclafane. The planet Earth has been quarantined as it enters its final extinction. Martha, still fighting the good fight, is traveling the world. She just returned home to find Professor Alison Docherty, and her liaison Tom Milligan believes the legend that she can save the world.
On the carrier Valiant, the Master is still riding high as lord of the planet. He treats the Doctor like a pet dog, Marthaâs family like slaves, Jack an eternal prisoner, and his wife like an abused plaything. He also knows that the Doctor has worked out who the Toclafane are, and that the epiphany has broken his hearts.
The Doctor sends Francine a signal â the number three â which she passes along. Meanwhile, Martha and Tom come across a field of thousands of spaceships, ready to wage war with the universe. They are challenged by the Tocalafane, but Tom is a doctor and Martha still has her perception filter.
On the Valiant, the prisoners revolt at 3:00pm as planned. In the chaos, the Doctor gets ahold of the Masterâs laser screwdriver but canât operate it due to isomorphic controls keyed to the Master alone. Marthaâs family is locked up, Jack is killed (again), and the Doctor is back to being taunted in a leather chair.
The taunting includes mentions of The Sea Devils, The Claws of Axos, and something about closing the rift at the Medusa Cascade.
Martha and Tom find Professor Docherty. She tunes into a broadcast from the Master during which he ages the Doctor through his entire lifespan regardless of regenerations. The now thousand-year-old form of the Doctor has withered into a being unable to fit his own clothes, but Martha finds hope in the fact that he still lives.
Docherty says that the Archangel Network is continuously broadcasting a fear signal to the planet, keeping the humans in line. Martha produces a disc with information about one Toclafane sphere that was destroyed in a lightning strike and using that data they experiment on a sphere.
The Master and Lucy visit the Doctor, contained in a birdcage suspended from the ceiling, and tell him that they will launch a fleet through a hole in the Braccatolian space. He will only stop when there is a new Gallifrey in the heavens, and that the Doctor should be proud. After all, heâs doing this for the Toclafane, which the Doctor loves very, very much.
The Toclafane that Martha experiments on is the orphan kid from the end of the universe. The whole race is built from the humans who were launched toward Utopia. The Master took Lucy there and discovered them, transformed into the spheres, regressing into children. There was no Utopia. Just death.
The TARDIS, the paradox machine, keeps the fabric of time in place while the Toclafane exist.
Docherty asks Martha if the legends are true. She shows them a gun developed by Torchwood and UNIT that supposedly halts regeneration and kills a Time Lord permanently. She needs one last chemical component, apparently housed at an old UNIT base. After Martha and Tom leave for a safehouse, Docherty transmits Marthaâs location to the Master in exchange for information about the professorâs son.
As Martha tells the assembled survivors in the safehouse about the Doctor, the Master comes for Martha. He flushes her out by threatening the survivors around her. He destroys the anti-regeneration gun, kills Milligan when he defends her, and takes Martha back to the carrier to kill her in front of the Doctor.
At the moment of her execution, the moment when the fleet is due to launch, Martha starts to laugh. The gun was a ruse since the Doctor would never endorse her killing the Master. Instead, the weapon was the story of the Doctor. If the world thinks of one word at the same moment within the Archangel Networkâs telepathic field, it would restore the world.
The word: âDoctor.â
The world turns against the Master and the Doctor is restored, having spent the year integrating himself into the network. The power of his restoration is so strong that the laser screwdriver is useless against him. The Doctor corners the Master and shatters his world with one phrase: âI forgive you.â
Which is better than the Masterâs actual fear concerning the Doctor.
The Master rallies the Toclafane to protect the Paradox Machine, then teleports the two Time Lords to the planet below using Jackâs vortex manipulator. The Master threatens to detonate the Toclafane, each with a black hole converter capable of destroying the Earth.
Meanwhile, the humans on the Valiant defend the ship against the Toclafane assault. Just as Jack destroys the paradox device, the Doctor manages to teleport himself and the Master back to the Valiant. The previous year is reversed to the point just after the President of the United States was assassinated. Everyone on the Valiant will remember the year that never was, but the rest of the universe will not.
The Master is apprehended, but Francine threatens to kill him. The Doctor stops her and decides to keep the Master on the TARDIS. Unfortunately, the plan is destroyed when Lucy shoots the Master. He collapses in the Doctorâs arms, but faced with the prospect of being locked away forever in the TARDIS with the Doctor, he refuses to regenerate.
Once again, the Doctor is the last of the Time Lords. The drumming stops. The Master is dead.
The Doctorâs raw fury and sorrow resonate thanks to David Tennantâs wonderful acting talent.
Later, the Doctor cremates the Masterâs remains, ensuring that no one can harvest the Time Lordâs DNA. Martha finds Docherty and forgives her, even though the professor has no idea whatâs going on. Martha and Jack say their farewells â Jack loses his ability to use the vortex manipulator â and Jack inadvertently reveals his nickname from his home on the Boeshane Peninsula: The Face of Boe.
The looks of simultaneous shock and amusement on Marthaâs and the Doctorâs faces are incredible.
The Doctor prepares to leave, complete with the hand in a jar. All thatâs left is Martha Jones. Unfortunately for the Doctor, Martha takes her leave of the TARDIS. She canât continue on with all those people left for her to care for. She gives the Doctor her phone number, reminding the Time Lord that sheâs not second best, and finally reveals her unrequited feelings for him. She makes him promise to come running if she needs him, and steps out of the TARDIS one last time.
The Doctor dematerializes the TARDIS, alone once again, unaware that the Masterâs signet ring has been taken by unknown forces. But the moment is broken when a ship crashes through the TARDIS walls.
Her name is Titanic.
 This trilogy of episodes earns every bit of the high ratings, from the drama and the effects to the characters that bind the whole thing together. Oh, the look on Francine Jonesâs face when she realized that she had been used this whole time to get to the Doctor and Martha.
In terms of the overall franchise, this is a return to classic form. This is the first three-part story since Survival (the last story of the classic era). If you count the Torchwood episodes, this is the first story with more than four parts since The Armageddon Factor (or Shada, had it been fully completed and aired).
We also get the first appearance in the revival era of the Doctorâs best friend and nemesis, the Master. The callbacks to the classic era are a welcome addition with lines from Roger Delgado (prominent through the Third Doctorâs era and last seen in Frontier in Space) and trademark laughter from Anthony Ainley (who took up the role in The Keeper of Traken and carried it all the way to Survival). Itâs worth noting that Eric Roberts (the Master from the TV movie) gave his permission to include his voice, but Fox refused.
The Roger Delgado lines were doubled by Sir Derek Jacobi (Professor Yana), who previously appeared in Scream of the Shalka as an alternative version of the Master. After this performance and the 50th anniversary televised special, he also worked with Big Finish to tell the story of his Master during the Time War.
The Masterâs heritage was also on display with John Simmâs costumes, from the black single-breasted suit, white shirt, and black tie ensemble (from Planet of Fire) to a Pertwee nod (black overcoat with red satin lining) and the trademark evil Time Lord black leather gloves. The young Master also wore an outift similar to the Time Lords in The War Games.
Doctor Who mythology also makes a couple of debuts here.
First, we get to see Gallifreyan children on screen. Sure, weâve heard about time tots before â lest we forget the tales of röntgen-bricks in the nursery â but the youngest Gallifreyan we had ever seen was Susan, and she was 15 during An Unearthly Child.
We also get introduced to the concept that regenerations are far more controllable than we saw from Romana in Destiny of the Daleks. The Master bypasses the Doctorâs regenerations to artificially age him â this is certainly not a new trick for either the Doctor or the Master â and he also willingly halts the process after being shot by Lucy. We will see this crop up again in the future.
The Ninth Doctorâs dark line â âI win, how âbout that?â â also echoes from beyond Dalek as the Master (supposedly) dies.
I previously mentioned the majestic Gallifrey theme, which can be found on YouTube, but Murray Gold was also on fire with the haunting âMarthaâs Themeâ and the purely energetic âAll the Strange, Strange Creaturesâ throughout this story. The use of modern pop music (also as digetic music) was fun, including âVoodoo Childâ by the Rogue Traders â âSo here it comes/the sound of drums/Here come the drums here come the drumsâŠâ â and âI Canât Decideâ by the Scissor Sisters.
Basically pulling out all the stops, as they should for the last full-time adventure with Martha Jones, an exemplary hero and companion. She saved the day, and (in my eyes) is better than Rose Tyler ever was.
  Rating: 5/5 â âFantastic!â
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WHEN I THINK ABOUT J. R. R. Tolkienâs unpublished writings, I think of them in terms that probably would please the old master: as the literary equivalent of the Staffordshire hoard in Englandâs West Midlands. Discovered in 2009 by a fortune hunter with a very good metal detector, the hoard contains mangled Anglo-Saxon weapons, golden jewelry, military implements, other metalwork, and rings inscribed with runic characters (though not the language of Mordor). All of it gives us â thanks to a team of devoted archaeologists â a richer understanding of the era of Anglo-Saxon Britain.
The same can be said of the âTolkien hoardâ â the reams of drafts, faded notes, indecipherable scribbles, and fragmented stories that were never published in Tolkienâs lifetime. But because of the tireless work of his son, Christopher, we have an even richer understanding today of Middle-earth than we did when his father died in 1973.
Ever since the publication of The Silmarillion in 1977, Tolkien fils has slowly worked through these materials and produced annotated versions of tales taking place long before the events chronicled in The Hobbit (1937) and Lord of the Rings (1954ââ55). Now, with nearly 30 works added to his fatherâs oeuvre, Christopher Tolkien is finished. His service as his fatherâs literary guardian and interpreter ended last August with the publication of the earliest story of Middle-earth that Tolkien ever wrote, The Fall of Gondolin. âI âpresumedâ [âŠ] that Beren and LĂșthien would be my last,â he writes in the new bookâs preface, referring to another story that he edited and published in 2017. âI must now say that âin my ninety-fourth year The Fall of Gondolin is (indubitably) the last.ââ
What a long and distinguished run â and what a high note to end on. Christopher Tolkienâs edition of his fatherâs Gondolin manuscripts is nothing less than a triumph â a substantial contribution to our understanding of his fatherâs early vision of the Middle-earth cosmogony and a gift to all lovers of Tolkien, young and old. And Alan Leeâs accompanying illustrations â along with a foldout map â enrich this book even more, giving Tolkienâs First Age a vivid physical reality that Westeros and Narnia just donât have.
Not everyone will agree, Iâm sure; Philip Pullman certainly wonât. Last fall, Pullman published the essay collection Daemon Voices: On Stories and Storytelling, in which he doesnât hesitate to dismiss Tolkienâs world-making. For him, Tolkienâs characterizations are shallow and the settings âno more real than the horse-brasses and the posthorns in an Olde English theme-pub â a place called The Hobbit and Firkin,â he writes in the essay âThe Republic of Heaven.â
âCâmon now,â Iâd like to tell him, âlighten up.â Thereâs room enough for everyone in fantasy, isnât there? Pullmanâs certainly free to dismiss whomever he likes, of course, but it seems beneath the dignity of Lyra Belacquaâs creator to sound so jealous of anotherâs success.
At the very least the publication of this book gives us a reason to applaud the sonâs long commitment to his fatherâs work ⊠and to readers (like this reviewer) who see Tolkienâs early vision of Middle-earth in the tale of Gondolinâs destruction.
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The human hero at the center of The Fall of Gondolin is Tuor â Elrond of Rivendell is descended from him â who searches for the hidden city of Gondolin, an elven stronghold that has escaped enslavement by the evil Melkor, also known as Morgoth, predecessor of Sauron.
In the original 1916 version of the story â which opens the book and runs to about 75 pages â Tuor is sent on his quest by the sea god Ulmo, one of the Valar. Ulmo wants Gondolin to raise its army against Melkor and his shadowy legions of Orcs, Balrogs, and other ghoulish creatures before they find and attack the city. But Tuor fails to persuade them to fight â they are confident (too confident) that Melkor will never find them â and he decides to join them in their idyllic seclusion instead. He gives up the goal of his quest and weds the kingâs lovely daughter, Idril.
Whenever an author introduces a note of hubris, you know itâs a bad sign â and suffice to say that the smugness of the citizens of Gondolin is the key to their undoing (like ThĂ©odenâs flawed conviction, in 1954âs The Two Towers, that the Hornburg can resist any force).
But that isnât the only version of the Gondolin story in this book. Many of the best Tolkien scholars, especially Tom Shippey and Verlyn Flieger, have reminded us that Tolkienâs vision of Middle-earth was constantly evolving. And as that vision evolved, Tolkien struggled to adapt and adjust his material to harmonize with these changes. His son provides us with other draft variations assembled in chronological order, with commentary. Over 35 years, Tolkien continued to change and expand the story before finally abandoning another version â to his sonâs initial perplexity â in 1951 (a version of which appears in 1980âs Unfinished Tales of NĂșmenor and Middle-earth).
All of these drafts display a style thatâs far from the conventional storytelling you find in The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. The Gondolin drafts are steeped in grandiose, archaic expressions and the kind of reversed syntax that Yoda would probably like: âHere they abode very long indeed,â or âTimber he had that came down the hidden river; a goodly wood it was.â At first the style makes for tough reading, but soon it grows on you like moss on Treebeardâs chin.
To be fair, these drafts are First Age stories, and theyâre supposed to sound like the foundational myths of Western civilization. Tolkien didnât hide the fact that he believed his vision of Middle-earthâs ancient days deserved to be placed alongside the worldâs great epics. Gondolinâs fall wasnât just some quaint fairy tale that he scribbled as he recovered from trench fever during World War I. For him, its tragic fate ranked â outranked, actually â what happened to some of the greatest cities of antiquity:
Glory dwelt in that city of Gondolin of the Seven Names, and its ruin was the most dread of all the sacks of cities upon the face of Earth. Nor Bablon, nor Ninwi, nor the towers of Trui, nor all the many takings of RĂ»m that is greatest among Men, saw such terror as fell that day âŠ
Even though the collapse of Troy and the sacking of Rome donât measure up to the tale of Gondolinâs terrible destruction, Tolkien couldnât finish it. Why not? Was his artistic vision just too big for his talents? Hardly. Even as late as 1951, long after heâd demonstrated his artistry with The Hobbit and had Lord of the Rings under his belt, Tolkienâs last attempt at the story takes us only as far as Tuorâs arrival at the Gate of the Noldor (a name for the craftsman elves). In this draft, he doesnât fall in love with Idril or help the city-dwellers escape destruction. All Tuor gets is a glimpse of Gondolinâs gleaming armies before the narrative breaks off.
So what happened? For Tolkienâs son, in a chapter near the end of the book called âThe Evolution of the Story,â what finally snuffed his fatherâs enthusiasm for his Gondolin narrative (and other uncompleted First Age works forming the core of The Silmarillion) was his pessimism over publishing them despite the success of The Hobbit. Tolkien wanted these stories published with Lord of the Rings as âone long Saga of the Jewels and the Rings,â but in the years right after World War II, that was an unrealistic expectation. Everything was in short supply, especially paper, and this would have been a ridiculously expensive undertaking for any publisher. Tolkien realized that. Disappointedly, he gave up, and his son describes his gloom in another work, Morgothâs Ring (1993):
[L]ittle of all the work begun at that time was completed. The new Lay of Leithian, the new tale of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin, the Grey Annals (of Beleriand), the revision of the Quenta Silmarillion, were all abandoned. I have little doubt that despair of publication, at least in the form that he regarded as essential, was the prime cause.
âDespair of publicationâ â it is hard to believe that Tolkien ever worried about such things. But he did. He worried about publication, and he worried about making money, just like any writer. His doubts that Gondolin and the other heroic tales would ever be published in a form âhe regarded as essentialâ were enough to discourage him.
Of course, that didnât end his career. Far from it. Three years later, Lord of the Rings appeared in three volumes, followed by other stories, works of scholarship, and translations. Tolkien was fĂȘted and celebrated as the modern-day equivalent of an Icelandic skald crossed with a medieval scholiast. Fans wouldnât leave him alone; the counterculture movement (and Led Zeppelin) embraced his mythology as their own; awards and money flowed in â his old friend and colleague C. S. Lewis nominated him for a Nobel Prize. Life was good.
And yet. One canât help seeing something in those photos of him tucking on his pipe â something wistful about the eyes â that suggests the master was still thinking, even then, at the peak of his success, about all those precious pieces of his legendarium that remained in fragments at home.
€
Anything, even a fragment â as the Staffordshire archaeologists know well â can be valuable. They can tell us a great deal, despite whatâs missing. That is certainly true of the Gondolin fragments. They provide us with an opportunity to glimpse some of the first great figures and dramatic situations of Tolkienâs mythology â figures and situations that would later resurface, more fully integrated and realized, in the pages of Lord of the Rings.
Already in 1916 we have the golden-armored elf Glorfindel â second only to Elrond in Rivendell â long before his crucial appearance late in The Fellowship of the Ring (1954), when he stops the Black Riders from nabbing Frodo. Glorfindel plays a similar role in the 1916 fragment as the Gondolin citizens flee the burning city. But instead of the NazgĂ»l, he faces a terrifying Balrog â its whips blazing and crackling â that bars the peopleâs escape. As Glorfindel leaps to the rescue, Tolkien writes,
[his] left hand sought a dirk, and this he thrust up that it pierced the Balrogâs belly nigh his own face (for that demon was double his stature); and it shrieked, and fell backward from the rock, and falling clutched Glorfindelâs yellow locks beneath his cap, and those twain fell into the abyss.
Their deadly combat should be familiar to any student of Tolkien. In Fellowship, Gandalf replaces Glorfindel in a fight with the horrific Balrog known as Durinâs Bane in the Mines of Moria. They take a similar plunge into the abyss, too ⊠but with a much better result for Gandalf.
The Gondolin drafts anticipate and echo the famous stories of Middle-earthâs Third Age in other ways as well. We encounter Elrondâs father, EĂ€rendil, as well as CĂrdan the Shipwright, who is the master of the Grey Havens. We meet the elf Legolas Greenleaf â who, despite his name, is not the warrior of Lord of the Rings. This Legolas isnât gifted with a bow, but he is ânight-sighted,â which enables him to lead the Gondolin citizens through pitch darkness to safety. These drafts also contain plenty of wolves, Orcs, eagles, and dragons â and Melkorâs evil influence hovers over the landscape with the same shapeless menace as Sauronâs.
What also hovers over these drafts â particularly the 1916 version â is Tolkienâs brief experience of World War I. Some critics have been reluctant to draw too close a connection between Gondolinâs destruction and Tolkienâs experience of the Battle of the Somme, but it seems equally bizarre to ignore it. That battle was fresh in Tolkienâs mind when he was invalided back to England â ironically, to Staffordshire, where that Anglo-Saxon booty would stay hidden for nearly another 100 years â and started writing about Gondolin as he recovered.
In the draft that opens this book, as Melkorâs forces drive toward Gondolinâs walls, they employ strange, armored machines â âthings of iron that could coil themselves around and above all obstacles before them.â At the mention of those coils, one canât help imagining the caterpillar treads of a tank (the first ones ever used in warfare appeared on the Western Front) that Tolkien might have seen while he was there:
[T]heir hollow bellies clanged beneath the buffeting, yet it availed not for they might not be broken, and the fires rolled off them. Then were the topmost opened about their middles, and an innumerable host of the Orcs, the goblins of hatred, poured therefrom into the breach.
The 1916 fragment alone is worth the price of this book. It is thrilling to consider â even if some would object â that in this apocalyptic scene we have a veiled reference to the horrors Tolkien might have witnessed on the Western Front.
€
Late in his life, when Tolkien looked back on his first yearnings to create a fresh mythology for England, he said that he had had in mindÂ
a body of more or less connected legend, ranging from the large and cosmogonic, to the level of romantic fairy-story [âŠ] I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should be linked to a majestic whole, and yet leave scope for other minds and hands, wielding paint and music and drama. Absurd.
But it really wasnât absurd, even if Tolkien pretended to be embarrassed by his own grandiose vision. In the end, though he died far sooner than he expected, Tolkien had achieved this goal. Gondolin and the other pieces remained unfinished, but that is okay: their state of incompletion fits with his vision of the legendarium. Some tales are complete, others arenât, and âother minds and handsâ are welcome to step forward and contribute, too.
Tolkienâs son certainly seems to be the best example of one of these. The same can be said of Alan Lee ⊠and John Howe. Howeâs A Middle-earth Traveler: Sketches from Bag End to Mordor gives us not only the massive vistas of Tolkienâs world (the majestic view from atop Minas Tirith or IlĂșvatarâs creation of the universe) but also a great deal of minutiae â what youâll find in a hobbitâs kitchen, the variety of axes and war hammers used by dwarves, the styles of armor worn by Orcs, the mess and disorder of Radagastâs leaning study, and the details carved into the logs of the skin-changer Beornâs home.
A conceptual artist (alongside Lee) on Peter Jacksonâs Tolkien films, Howe gives us in his book a rich and exhaustive â though not exhausting â taxonomy of goblin faces, twisting forests and passageways, fortresses, castles, and caves inhabited by the human and nonhuman citizens of Tolkienâs work and Jacksonâs franchise. His tome is a lovely addition to anyoneâs expanding collection of Tolkienana and an ideal shelf companion for the book â brought out a few years ago by the same publisher â of Tolkienâs own drawings of the world of The Hobbit.
In his introduction, Howe says that, as he began to create his own versions of Tolkienâs world, he realized that a âsense of reality, of personal experience, pervades much of Middle-earth.â That sense is so strong, in fact, that âwe are tempted to seek out a real place for every locality he describes,â whether itâs the Shireâs resemblance to the English countryside or Tolkienâs 1911 walking tour of Switzerland that inspired Esgaroth, the wooden Lake-town destroyed by Smaug.
But the same can be said of Howeâs drawings, too â many of these were inspired by New Zealand localities as he worked on Jacksonâs films. âSo many of the fantastical landscapes we painted to replace the green screens were almost directly taken from real landscapes we wandered through,â he writes. Howe likens himself and the filmsâ other artists to âhobbits with sketchbooks, drawing the world as they went. There. Back again. And the journey between, which is of course the best part.â
Heâs right; often the journey is the best part, in writing and in many other parts of life, too. Christopher Tolkien would probably agree. His own journey with his fatherâs work has lasted more than four decades and has given us so much that is essential to the legendarium.
And now, with that journey done, the only thing left to say to him is also the simplest: thank you.
€
Nick Owchar is a PhD candidate in English at Claremont Graduate University and the founder of Impressive Content, an editing and content production service. He was formerly the deputy book review editor of the Los Angeles Times.
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WHEN I THINK ABOUT J. R. R. Tolkienâs unpublished writings, I think of them in terms that probably would please the old master: as the literary equivalent of the Staffordshire hoard in Englandâs West Midlands. Discovered in 2009 by a fortune hunter with a very good metal detector, the hoard contains mangled Anglo-Saxon weapons, golden jewelry, military implements, other metalwork, and rings inscribed with runic characters (though not the language of Mordor). All of it gives us â thanks to a team of devoted archaeologists â a richer understanding of the era of Anglo-Saxon Britain.
The same can be said of the âTolkien hoardâ â the reams of drafts, faded notes, indecipherable scribbles, and fragmented stories that were never published in Tolkienâs lifetime. But because of the tireless work of his son, Christopher, we have an even richer understanding today of Middle-earth than we did when his father died in 1973.
Ever since the publication of The Silmarillion in 1977, Tolkien fils has slowly worked through these materials and produced annotated versions of tales taking place long before the events chronicled in The Hobbit (1937) and Lord of the Rings (1954ââ55). Now, with nearly 30 works added to his fatherâs oeuvre, Christopher Tolkien is finished. His service as his fatherâs literary guardian and interpreter ended last August with the publication of the earliest story of Middle-earth that Tolkien ever wrote, The Fall of Gondolin. âI âpresumedâ [âŠ] that Beren and LĂșthien would be my last,â he writes in the new bookâs preface, referring to another story that he edited and published in 2017. âI must now say that âin my ninety-fourth year The Fall of Gondolin is (indubitably) the last.ââ
What a long and distinguished run â and what a high note to end on. Christopher Tolkienâs edition of his fatherâs Gondolin manuscripts is nothing less than a triumph â a substantial contribution to our understanding of his fatherâs early vision of the Middle-earth cosmogony and a gift to all lovers of Tolkien, young and old. And Alan Leeâs accompanying illustrations â along with a foldout map â enrich this book even more, giving Tolkienâs First Age a vivid physical reality that Westeros and Narnia just donât have.
Not everyone will agree, Iâm sure; Philip Pullman certainly wonât. Last fall, Pullman published the essay collection Daemon Voices: On Stories and Storytelling, in which he doesnât hesitate to dismiss Tolkienâs world-making. For him, Tolkienâs characterizations are shallow and the settings âno more real than the horse-brasses and the posthorns in an Olde English theme-pub â a place called The Hobbit and Firkin,â he writes in the essay âThe Republic of Heaven.â
âCâmon now,â Iâd like to tell him, âlighten up.â Thereâs room enough for everyone in fantasy, isnât there? Pullmanâs certainly free to dismiss whomever he likes, of course, but it seems beneath the dignity of Lyra Belacquaâs creator to sound so jealous of anotherâs success.
At the very least the publication of this book gives us a reason to applaud the sonâs long commitment to his fatherâs work ⊠and to readers (like this reviewer) who see Tolkienâs early vision of Middle-earth in the tale of Gondolinâs destruction.
€
The human hero at the center of The Fall of Gondolin is Tuor â Elrond of Rivendell is descended from him â who searches for the hidden city of Gondolin, an elven stronghold that has escaped enslavement by the evil Melko, the predecessor of Morgoth and Sauron.
In the original 1916 version of the story â which opens the book and runs to about 75 pages â Tuor is sent on his quest by the sea god Ulmo, one of the Valar. Ulmo wants Gondolin to raise its army against Melko and his shadowy legions of Orcs, Balrogs, and other ghoulish creatures before they find and attack the city. But Tuor fails to persuade them to fight â they are confident (too confident) that Melko will never find them â and he decides to join them in their idyllic seclusion instead. He gives up the goal of his quest and weds the kingâs lovely daughter, Idril.
Whenever an author introduces a note of hubris, you know itâs a bad sign â and suffice to say that the smugness of the citizens of Gondolin is the key to their undoing (like ThĂ©odenâs flawed conviction, in 1954âs The Two Towers, that the Hornburg can resist any force).
But that isnât the only version of the Gondolin story in this book. Many of the best Tolkien scholars, especially Tom Shippey and Verlyn Flieger, have reminded us that Tolkienâs vision of Middle-earth was constantly evolving. And as that vision evolved, Tolkien struggled to adapt and adjust his material to harmonize with these changes. His son provides us with other draft variations assembled in chronological order, with commentary. Over 35 years, Tolkien continued to change and expand the story before finally abandoning another version â to his sonâs initial perplexity â in 1951 (a version of which appears in 1980âs Unfinished Tales of NĂșmenor and Middle-earth).
All of these drafts display a style thatâs far from the conventional storytelling you find in The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. The Gondolin drafts are steeped in grandiose, archaic expressions and the kind of reversed syntax that Yoda would probably like: âHere they abode very long indeed,â or âTimber he had that came down the hidden river; a goodly wood it was.â At first the style makes for tough reading, but soon it grows on you like moss on Treebeardâs chin.
To be fair, these drafts are First Age stories, and theyâre supposed to sound like the foundational myths of Western civilization. Tolkien didnât hide the fact that he believed his vision of Middle-earthâs ancient days deserved to be placed alongside the worldâs great epics. Gondolinâs fall wasnât just some quaint fairy tale that he scribbled as he recovered from trench fever during World War I. For him, its tragic fate ranked â outranked, actually â what happened to some of the greatest cities of antiquity:
Glory dwelt in that city of Gondolin of the Seven Names, and its ruin was the most dread of all the sacks of cities upon the face of Earth. Nor Bablon, nor Ninwi, nor the towers of Trui, nor all the many takings of RĂ»m that is greatest among Men, saw such terror as fell that day âŠ
Even though the collapse of Troy and the sacking of Rome donât measure up to the tale of Gondolinâs terrible destruction, Tolkien couldnât finish it. Why not? Was his artistic vision just too big for his talents? Hardly. Even as late as 1951, long after heâd demonstrated his artistry with The Hobbit and had Lord of the Rings under his belt, Tolkienâs last attempt at the story takes us only as far as Tuorâs arrival at the Gate of the Noldor (a name for the craftsman elves). In this draft, he doesnât fall in love with Idril or help the city-dwellers escape destruction. All Tuor gets is a glimpse of Gondolinâs gleaming armies before the narrative breaks off.
So what happened? For Tolkienâs son, in a chapter near the end of the book called âThe Evolution of the Story,â what finally snuffed his fatherâs enthusiasm for his Gondolin narrative (and other uncompleted First Age works forming the core of The Silmarillion) was his pessimism over publishing them despite the success of The Hobbit. Tolkien wanted these stories published with Lord of the Rings as âone long Saga of the Jewels and the Rings,â but in the years right after World War II, that was an unrealistic expectation. Everything was in short supply, especially paper, and this would have been a ridiculously expensive undertaking for any publisher. Tolkien realized that. Disappointedly, he gave up, and his son describes his gloom in another work, Morgothâs Ring (1993):
[L]ittle of all the work begun at that time was completed. The new Lay of Leithian, the new tale of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin, the Grey Annals (of Beleriand), the revision of the Quenta Silmarillion, were all abandoned. I have little doubt that despair of publication, at least in the form that he regarded as essential, was the prime cause.
âDespair of publicationâ â it is hard to believe that Tolkien ever worried about such things. But he did. He worried about publication, and he worried about making money, just like any writer. His doubts that Gondolin and the other heroic tales would ever be published in a form âhe regarded as essentialâ were enough to discourage him.
Of course, that didnât end his career. Far from it. Three years later, Lord of the Rings appeared in three volumes, followed by other stories, works of scholarship, and translations. Tolkien was fĂȘted and celebrated as the modern-day equivalent of an Icelandic skald crossed with a medieval scholiast. Fans wouldnât leave him alone; the counterculture movement (and Led Zeppelin) embraced his mythology as their own; awards and money flowed in â his old friend and colleague C. S. Lewis nominated him for a Nobel Prize. Life was good.
And yet. One canât help seeing something in those photos of him tucking on his pipe â something wistful about the eyes â that suggests the master was still thinking, even then, at the peak of his success, about all those precious pieces of his legendarium that remained in fragments at home.
€
Anything, even a fragment â as the Staffordshire archaeologists know well â can be valuable. They can tell us a great deal, despite whatâs missing. That is certainly true of the Gondolin fragments. They provide us with an opportunity to glimpse some of the first great figures and dramatic situations of Tolkienâs mythology â figures and situations that would later resurface, more fully integrated and realized, in the pages of Lord of the Rings.
Already in 1916 we have the golden-armored elf Glorfindel â second only to Elrond in Rivendell â long before his crucial appearance late in The Fellowship of the Ring (1954), when he stops the Black Riders from nabbing Frodo. Glorfindel plays a similar role in the 1916 fragment as the Gondolin citizens flee the burning city. But instead of the NazgĂ»l, he faces a terrifying Balrog â its whips blazing and crackling â that bars the peopleâs escape. As Glorfindel leaps to the rescue, Tolkien writes,
[his] left hand sought a dirk, and this he thrust up that it pierced the Balrogâs belly nigh his own face (for that demon was double his stature); and it shrieked, and fell backward from the rock, and falling clutched Glorfindelâs yellow locks beneath his cap, and those twain fell into the abyss.
Their deadly combat should be familiar to any student of Tolkien. In Fellowship, Gandalf replaces Glorfindel in a fight with the horrific Balrog known as Durinâs Bane in the Mines of Moria. They take a similar plunge into the abyss, too ⊠but with a much better result for Gandalf.
The Gondolin drafts anticipate and echo the famous stories of Middle-earthâs Third Age in other ways as well. We encounter Elrondâs father, EĂ€rendil, as well as CĂrdan the Shipwright, who is the master of the Grey Havens. We meet the elf Legolas Greenleaf â who, despite his name, is not the warrior of Lord of the Rings. This Legolas isnât gifted with a bow, but he is ânight-sighted,â which enables him to lead the Gondolin citizens through pitch darkness to safety. These drafts also contain plenty of wolves, Orcs, eagles, and dragons â and Melkoâs evil influence hovers over the landscape with the same shapeless menace as Sauronâs.
What also hovers over these drafts â particularly the 1916 version â is Tolkienâs brief experience of World War I. Some critics have been reluctant to draw too close a connection between Gondolinâs destruction and Tolkienâs experience of the Battle of the Somme, but it seems equally bizarre to ignore it. That battle was fresh in Tolkienâs mind when he was invalided back to England â ironically, to Staffordshire, where that Anglo-Saxon booty would stay hidden for nearly another 100 years â and started writing about Gondolin as he recovered.
In the draft that opens this book, as Melkoâs forces drive toward Gondolinâs walls, they employ strange, armored machines â âthings of iron that could coil themselves around and above all obstacles before them.â At the mention of those coils, one canât help imagining the caterpillar treads of a tank (the first ones ever used in warfare appeared on the Western Front) that Tolkien might have seen while he was there:
[T]heir hollow bellies clanged beneath the buffeting, yet it availed not for they might not be broken, and the fires rolled off them. Then were the topmost opened about their middles, and an innumerable host of the Orcs, the goblins of hatred, poured therefrom into the breach.
The 1916 fragment alone is worth the price of this book. It is thrilling to consider â even if some would object â that in this apocalyptic scene we have a veiled reference to the horrors Tolkien might have witnessed on the Western Front.
€
Late in his life, when Tolkien looked back on his first yearnings to create a fresh mythology for England, he said that he had had in mindÂ
a body of more or less connected legend, ranging from the large and cosmogonic, to the level of romantic fairy-story [âŠ] I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should be linked to a majestic whole, and yet leave scope for other minds and hands, wielding paint and music and drama. Absurd.
But it really wasnât absurd, even if Tolkien pretended to be embarrassed by his own grandiose vision. In the end, though he died far sooner than he expected, Tolkien had achieved this goal. Gondolin and the other pieces remained unfinished, but that is okay: their state of incompletion fits with his vision of the legendarium. Some tales are complete, others arenât, and âother minds and handsâ are welcome to step forward and contribute, too.
Tolkienâs son certainly seems to be the best example of one of these. The same can be said of Alan Lee ⊠and John Howe. Howeâs A Middle-earth Traveler: Sketches from Bag End to Mordor gives us not only the massive vistas of Tolkienâs world (the majestic view from atop Minas Tirith or IlĂșvatarâs creation of the universe) but also a great deal of minutiae â what youâll find in a hobbitâs kitchen, the variety of axes and war hammers used by dwarves, the styles of armor worn by Orcs, the mess and disorder of Radagastâs leaning study, and the details carved into the logs of the skin-changer Beornâs home.
A conceptual artist (alongside Lee) on Peter Jacksonâs Tolkien films, Howe gives us in his book a rich and exhaustive â though not exhausting â taxonomy of goblin faces, twisting forests and passageways, fortresses, castles, and caves inhabited by the human and nonhuman citizens of Tolkienâs work and Jacksonâs franchise. His tome is a lovely addition to anyoneâs expanding collection of Tolkienana and an ideal shelf companion for the book â brought out a few years ago by the same publisher â of Tolkienâs own drawings of the world of The Hobbit.
In his introduction, Howe says that, as he began to create his own versions of Tolkienâs world, he realized that a âsense of reality, of personal experience, pervades much of Middle-earth.â That sense is so strong, in fact, that âwe are tempted to seek out a real place for every locality he describes,â whether itâs the Shireâs resemblance to the English countryside or Tolkienâs 1911 walking tour of Switzerland that inspired Esgaroth, the wooden Lake-town destroyed by Smaug.
But the same can be said of Howeâs drawings, too â many of these were inspired by New Zealand localities as he worked on Jacksonâs films. âSo many of the fantastical landscapes we painted to replace the green screens were almost directly taken from real landscapes we wandered through,â he writes. Howe likens himself and the filmsâ other artists to âhobbits with sketchbooks, drawing the world as they went. There. Back again. And the journey between, which is of course the best part.â
Heâs right; often the journey is the best part, in writing and in many other parts of life, too. Christopher Tolkien would probably agree. His own journey with his fatherâs work has lasted more than four decades and has given us so much that is essential to the legendarium.
And now, with that journey done, the only thing left to say to him is also the simplest: thank you.
€
Nick Owchar is a PhD candidate in English at Claremont Graduate University and the founder of Impressive Content, an editing and content production service. He was formerly the deputy book review editor of the Los Angeles Times.
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Character & Characterisation -character development-

Choosing a Character for my assignment brief:
Personally I donât read much so thinking of a character to begin with was very difficult for me personally, I decided to ask friends for recommendations on a story to get a character from and the Book series âthe Final empireâ was that chosen book series.Â
The book is based on Mystical powers and old style almost pre-Victorian era environments. My chosen character âCamonâ is a master thief, Old and pudgy looking now but still just as sly and cunning. Camon was quickly described in the first chapter of the first book where features like his âpudgy faceâ, âNoblemanâs suitâ and âmatching black hatâ really helped describe the look and feel of the character. âThe thief master looked very convincing in his noblemanâs suit. It was as rich a costume as Vin had ever seenâit had a white shirt overlaid by a deep green vest with engraved gold buttons. The black suit coat was long, after the current fashion, and he wore a matching black hatâ Chapter 1.
Camon is not a good character in this story, in fact he is killed quite soon after the end of Chapter 1, but he still causes a lot of issues and trouble for the main antagonist during these first few pages of the story, just proving how important the Author:Â Brandon Sanderson, made every character in his novel.
Although Camon was a thief he did often dress as a nobleman to confuse others, he was very good at this and even though he didnât have the money to afford it. his clothes were made of fine material, including expensive golden buttons. âCamon did an excellent job of imitating a noblemanâwhen it came to playing a role, there were few thieves more competent than Camon. Assuming he could keep his temper under control.â Chapter 1.
Setting and Environment:
The book is based in a mystical citadel - âthe city of Luthadel - Seat of the Lord Rulerâ itâs a gloomy sight with most buildings being made of stone and as little metal as possible. Most buildings, unless owned by the higher noblemen, were bland - designed to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. â Every structure in Luthadelâvirtually every structure Kelsier had ever seenâhad been blackened to some degree. Even the city wallâ page 28   Structures were packed closely together with the odd Stone built monolithic keeps placed here and there around the city. The only open space really available to anyone was around these stone keeps. âThe patches of space amidst the tenements were like clearings in a forestâÂ
Environment research:
For the environment that my character is designed around âthe city of Luthadelâ I have taken a lot of inspiration from the game Warhammer - and the expansion Warhammer 40k & 30k, this is because the building sets in this expansion are very resembling of the environments as described in the first few chapters of the book.Â
I also took examples from Anglo Saxon design architecture with itâs use of stone and wood.

In the opening pages to the book the environment is described as a âgloomy Sightâ with muted colours and dark buildings, high walls all covered in a later of ash. Using this description from the book and images as seen above I craeted some environmental sketches to better show my own interpretation of the world.


Character Development:
To start bringing my character to life I looked at silhouttes, this was to help me come to a conclusion on the shape and feel of the character i wanted to see.


It was at this point when I came to stop as I already knew what i wanted, After a few pages of scribbling and messing around with character forms and shapes I drew something that I really liked the loof of and wanted to carry further into development. This is seen on the image, made clear with the arrows pointing to the particular drawing.Â
Clothing:
once a shape and initial Idea was thought of I had to know what sort of clothes people in this themed era would wear, My Character - Camon - was already described as wearing ânoblemanâs suit, white shirt overlaid by a deep green vest with engraved gold buttons, matching black hatâ
So i had an idea what i was going to draw him wearing already, but just to get an idea of the style of clothes I wanted to do some quick research online.
The Site: https://www.gentlemansemporium.com/mens-early-victorian-clothing.php had a lot of clothing styles from the familiar long coat and cane to Vests and waist coats.Â

Although not a green vest with golden buttons in sight, It was still helpful to know the materials used as it gave me a better idea of the thickness and texture these items of clothing would have.

Facial Features
 A lot of a character is shown through a face,my character - Camon - is a pudgy looking mean fella with red cheeks, this is as described in the novel, however my own interpretation also added a few things more because i pictured him with sickly looking green-ish yellow skin thanks to the lower style of living as thief.Â
I knew that Camon was a strong character as some pages have him thrown into violent situations where he usually comes out on top:Â âCamonâs hurled wooden stool hit her square in the back, throwing her to the ground. Pain flared between her shoulders; several crewmembers cried out as the stool bounced off of her and thumped against the floorboards nearby.â
To show this sort of attitude in a still image is not easy so I did it with his facial expressions.

I looked closely at skin tones and hair styles to match the characters clothes, style, attitude and environment as best as possible. The longer style of hair - un cut and un clean represents his lower stature as a thief, his sickly skin also reflects this.

Turn Around:
Camonâs style and attitude is described well in the story, everything from his green and golden vest to his cane is mentioned and described so I have tried my best to implement it into the turn around of the character.

I tried my best to make him look as noble as possible but almost in a fake way, his clothes donât fit perfectly, as you can see with his long to the shoes trousers and big wavy over coat. The fabric is thick like any expensive clothing of Victorian time period i designed them after.
The green vest is clearly visible, so Is the black hat and cane which all help to tie in the character as an individual.
Conclusion and Reflection:
Drawing human formed characters was new to me and so was the idea of character concept design using extracts from book, however I am still pleased with my overall resulting work. The Character Camon was mentioned early on in the story and died almost just as quickly as he was created. This didnât however mean that the character was under developed, in face he was one of the main villains for the first short part of the opening chapters.
From the descriptions given I firstly envisioned some fat oaf, laid back in his home surrounded by his stolen spoils. It was after much further deduction and research into the character and story that a more accurate description was explained, changing my overall idea of the character almost completely to someone more likely to get up and do something about his problems. Â There is no doubting that Camon is a bad guy, a mean person with a nasty temper so incorporating this into the final design was important and although human faces and features are a new area for me I feel that I have expressed this anger though the images I drew well.
Camonâs style of clothing and style worn by the ânoblemenâ in the story made me think of Victorian style clothing of the upper class; with their long coats, canes and waist coats. Although Camonâs clothes were described well and in detail in the novel some things like the style of hat and over coat was left to the readerâs imagination, thanks to this some unique ideas came to mine, like the idea to replace to traditional style top hat of the Victorian era to a more common Bowler hat that would usually belong to the middle and lower class. This was a decision I made to represent his thieving nature and the fact that he was only pretending to be a nobleman.
Camonâs figure and attitude was described as âpudgyâ, âill temperedâ and âviolentâ. These things were key description pieces that really showed throughout the whole development of my character from the fat and lazy silhouettes of him sat on a park bench, to the arms folded â cold attitude of the more finished initial drawings.
Trying to incorporate everything and all the features of the character Camon as mentioned in the book did prove harder than I thought. There are a few things that on second thought and with more research I have realised I have missed out on including in the concept, such as his golden pocket watch and ring covered fingers. Still though, even on reflection of this, I personally feel very pleased with the way my design from research to initial concept and then concept to finalised design and turnaround turned out. I have stretched myself to drawing new things with this brief, such as human figures and faces. I have learnt a lot about how important initial stages of development are like silhouettes to creating a finalised character with the right attitude and feel to match the referenced piece. I do feel that the character is finished now and I am happy with all the work I have put into this assignment.
Bibliography:Â
Ent, D. (2017) Mistborn chapter One. Available at: http://brandonsanderson.com/mistborn-chapter-one/ (Accessed: 13 January 2017)
Early Victorian clothing for men at Gentlemans Emporium Available at: https://www.gentlemansemporium.com/mens-early-victorian-clothing.php (Accessed: 13 January 2017).
OCP Timeline (2007) Available at: http://www.nottsopenchurches.org.uk/education-secondary-timeline.php (Accessed: 13 January 2017).
2016 (2000) Warhammer 40k. Available at: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Warhammer_40k_Wiki (Accessed: 12 January 2017
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