When most people draw parallels between Doctor Who
and the James Bond franchise it is the Jon Pertwee era’s first three
years or so, being mostly Earthbound with a sense of working with the
government. Beginning around 2013, the
serial The Enemy of the World was also included in this discussion due to
its world spanning scale and focus on espionage and action. It’s specifically a tone and stylistic flair similar
to the James Bond films over the books by Ian Fleming and their drier,
more methodical style. While the BBC
Books have often taken direct inspiration from past eras of Doctor Who
in terms of the stories that they commission to tell, it was actually quite a surprise
to come upon Trading Futures, an Eighth Doctor Adventure that is directly
Lance Parkin’s tribute to James Bond and what Doctor Who largely
brought from it. There are international
organizations, several female characters with utterly ridiculous names, and a
plot that at almost every turn provides a twist and turn. Heck, the novel even opens with a cold open
sequence that leads into what would be the gun barrel sequence of a Bond film. Surprisingly, especially from what I usually
expect from Parkin, Trading Futures is a light affair, dealing with a time
travel service that is marketed primarily towards the general public, wrapped
up in several prophecies of doom, and dealing with world governments that need
to be saved. Okay, that sounds like it
could be a dark, political thriller, but Lance Parkin’s prose is incredibly
light and there’s this general sense of urgency throughout that makes it an incredibly
engaging read. It’s probably helping
that despite references to their previous adventures, the four remaining
elementals, and Sabbath, Trading Futures is actually pretty friendly to
the general reader.
Anji’s plotline is perhaps the one with the most emotional
weight, deciding that she can use Baskerville’s services to go back in time and
stopping Dave from dying way back in Escape Velocity. There’s been a lot of focus recently on Anji’s
grief, especially in Anachrophobia and Hope, but Trading
Futures is one of those novels that actively feels as if it punishes Anji
for it. Baskerville, it is revealed, is
a con artist at his heart, not actually having the ability to transport people
back in time and the prophecies are all created by Baskerville and the fulfilment
of the fourth is what the Doctor, Fitz, and Anji have to divert. There ais also a fleet of Onihr surrounding
the Earth that Fitz gets himself mixed up in.
Like Anji’s arc drawing on her grief from Dave, Fitz once again finds
himself pretending to be the Doctor, something that even the prose at points acknowledges
as a possibility by having several sequences with Fitz without referring to Fitz
as Fitz, but just as the Doctor. The Onihr
are relegated to comic relief and feel like Russell T. Davies largely drew on
them in designing the Judoon, at least visually. The idea is that they wish to be the new Time
Lords but are completely incompetent, making them largely easy (ish) work for Fitz
to deal with. The Doctor is essentially
in the role of James Bond for the novel, and that’s generally one of the weaker
aspects of the novel, mainly because the plot keeps putting him in Bond
situations and Parkin can’t quite make the commentary on the differences of the
Doctor and Bond as respective leading men.
There’s also some of the colonialism and imperialism baked into the Bond
formula that Parkin doesn’t really reckon with, there is a character called
Malady Chang that Anji impersonates which particularly rubs me the wrong way since
Malady is East Asian while Anji is Pakistani.
The entire plot just conflates cultures and it almost seems like Parkin
realizes it but doesn’t do anything about it.
Overall, Trading Futures is a great little Doctor
Who novel that works so well because it’s sending up what is essentially the
other British cultural touchstone in the 1960s and 1970s which was getting its
own, far more successful reboot in the late 1990s and early 2000s. It does have problems, mainly because author
Lance Parkin isn’t really examining enough of the formula he is playing with
along with the tropes, but it does make for such a good time. 8/10.