Gareth's Reviews > Doctor Who: Endgame

Terrance Dicks gives us his version of the Cold War in this inevitably pulpy romp, which acts as a sequel to his Sixth Doctor book, Players.

The sequel part is oddly one of the weaker elements — neither book can really be bothered to explore his idea about sportsmanlike time travelling miscreants, which is a pity as it had potential. Dicks also has some bizarre ideas about how to characterise the Eighth Doctor, opting (as he has done previously) for whizzo fighting skills and an apparent ease with murder. WTF. That said, he makes an interesting fist of the amnesia arc, and it’s always fun to watch the Doctor run rings around the baddies.

The plot is minuscule and half-hearted, but the pace is terrific, and some of the supporting characters (like Guy Burgess) are cartoonishly enjoyable. I had fun here, although I still wish that Uncle Terry would occasionally push himself as a novelist.