The Shadow In The North

[poliphilo]

Warning: This review of last night's BBC dramatization of a Philip Pullman novel contains spoilers.

So, you've got your pearl-handled revolver levelled at the megalomaniac's bonce. You 've just made a pretty speech about your values- which - rather jarringly for the late 19th century- include democracy- and the ghost of your true love (clad all in white) has been nodding along in smug agreement. The megalomaniac sneers that you're too weak to pull the trigger and turns his back.  You concur and, having fluted something about how it's morally superior to be weak,  put a bullet into the steam pipe of his Doomsday machine. You can't possibly know what you're going to achieve by this, but at least no-one is going to be able to call you a murderer. Luckily everything works out for the best in the best of all possible worlds and the megalomaniac gets reduced to catsmeat by the banks of steam-powered machine guns you've inadvertently triggered. 

Real life is not like this. Most choices sting. Only in cheap fiction do you get offered a Blairite third way which sends you victorious without a stain on your conscience. 

And that's why I don't believe Pullman is as serious a writer as his reputation suggests. I wouldn't mind so much if he wasn't also so preachy. It's that little speech about liberal values that precedes the cop-out that makes me want to kick him.
 
Oh- and that Doomsday machine in the railway carriage.  The reason no-one ever actually developed such a weapon is because it's pants.  You'd get to use it once- in a surprise attack-  after which the opposition would take it out of the equation  by digging up the tracks. 

Comments

[strange-complex.livejournal.com]

Actually, after posting my comment I suddenly remembered about the BBC's iPlayer, and have now spent the last hour and a half watching The Shadow in the North. You're right - it was bizarre. Too fantastical to be realistic (something the BBC didn't help to combat by casting late 19th-century London with an early 21st-century ethnicity), and yet not fantastical enough to be able to function as a meaningful metaphor for anything very real. Even as enjoyable Christmas nonsense, it was only half-worthwhile.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I know there were black people in Victorian London, but they certainly didn't constitute half the population. Another untruthful thing was the way Billie announced she was having the smug guy's baby and the old man and the boy were just so joyful about it. Pulman's 19th century isn't like any 19th century I recognise.

[strange-complex.livejournal.com]

they certainly didn't constitute half the population

No, and nor would a bunch of white people have attended an interracial marriage so happily. You're dead right about the baby, too.