I was pleased to read that it was still on his shelf, after he – ahem – liberated it from the school library and it was all the more poignant to read that he’d had it signed by Terrance Dicks. He was gripped by the story as much as I was when I was a similar age. The story of him discovering a battered copy of The Web of Fear novelisation in his school library is one that really spoke to me as a young fan, the Target books were incredibly important to me and this one was a book I have really fond memories of. I really enjoyed the many stories of how Gribble slowly began to piece together the story of Doctor Who through his slow collection of the videos and his tentative steps into reading the books while shopping with his Grandad and buying his first few from a second-hand bookshop. It’s very easy to be swept along with his enthusiasm for his first steps into the wider world of Doctor Who, as the sheer joy he felt at becoming a fan is so evocatively written throughout. His excitement at seeing these stories for the first time is wonderfully written.
#Growing up wilderness android#
We get to experience his wonder at seeing his first two old stories, Snakedance and The Android Invasion. The book takes us on Gribble’s fast journey from casual watcher to fan. The age-old magic of Doctor Who embedding itself in another young mind and not letting it go. He writes evocatively about how the theme music, quite unlike any other drew him in to the adventure, which whizzed by in a blur of images and a convoluted plot his seven-year-old mind couldn’t quite follow.
#Growing up wilderness tv#
His discovery of it through the supplement in the Radio Times the week of the TV Movie, being beguiled by the images in it of all the previous Doctors and trying to work out how they could all be the same man, followed by sitting down in a dark Travelodge room with his family, curtains drawn, waiting for his first story to begin. Gribble beautifully describes the build-up to his first watch of the show in a way that probably speaks to many of us fans. Hayden Gribble was one of the new fans who discovered the show in 1996 when for just one night Paul McGann was the Doctor, and he explores his relationship with Doctor Who from this time through to its triumphant return to TV from 2005 onwards in his book Child Out of Time: Growing Up with Doctor Who in the Wilderness Years. Imagine, then, what it was like to be someone who discovered the show during this period. Just imagine then how it must have been to discover the show during the so-called wilderness years where the show was either held up as something kitsch to be laughed at or just another piece of televisual nostalgia relegated to UK Gold. As a boy growing up in the ’80s who was unashamedly out as a Who fan, you had to be ready for the many, many comments about the show being awful, but at least we had the show on screen. Growing up as Doctor Who fan wasn’t always the easiest thing to do. “Hayden Gribble was one of the new fans who discovered the show in 1996 when for just one night Paul McGann was the Doctor, and he explores his relationship with Doctor Who from this time through to its triumphant return to TV from 2005 onwards in his book Child Out of Time: Growing Up with Doctor Who in the Wilderness Years.”
Agent, Jackie Kaiser, Westwood Creative Artists.❉ An engaging account of one fan piecing together the story of Doctor Who during the so-called wilderness years.
#Growing up wilderness professional#
From time to time Person did visit her father, a middle-class professional established in a new marriage in San Francisco, yet it was a modeling competition at age 13 that allowed her finally to feel somewhat “normal” and find her own identity. As long as she had her mother close, Person was happy, except that her mother had to find men to support them, and therein began a peripatetic cycle of moving in with one marijuana-growing, thieving boyfriend after another, or back to the tipis with her grandparents. government-Person was doted upon by her pot-smoking grandparents and uninhibited if emotionally erratic aunts and uncles (one uncle, Dane, moved in and out of a mental asylum), although it was challenging living in tipis with no running water, eating whatever her grandfather, Papa Dick, happened to hunt, and using the communal “shit pit,” all in a harsh northern climate. With a free-spirited teenage mother-the daughter of a Korean War vet and forest ranger who yearned to live in nature unencumbered by the U.S. In this affecting memoir, Person describes growing up in the early 1970s amid the “tipi camp” where her extended family was squatting on Indian lands in Alberta, Canada.
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