In antipation of the new film version of Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy I’ve recently re-read the books. One after the other, in sequence, all five. And now I think the truth has to be told. Straight up, no flinching.
They’re not very good. In fact, some could even be said to be very poor.
The crux of the matter is that Douglas Adams, great ideas man, great radio-series man, great gags man, couldn’t write novels for toffee. To summerise the five;
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. The best of the bunch. Introduces some revolutionary and much copied concepts, displays a unique and refreshing humour. All the jokes that need to be done are done, and for the most part it works as a self-contained novel with a plot that mostly makes sense using characters you can care about.
The Restaurant At the The End Of The Universe. Not too bad. But some of the characters are wearing a bit thin and betraying the fact that they started out as one shot gags that don’t travel well beyond their first scene. All the same, Adams does manage to pull off a sensible conclusion to the book where everything has come full circle. He really, really should have stopped there.
Life, The Universe and Everything. Oh dear. It all goes badly wrong. A plot based on puns about cricket, for Og sake. It’s the bastard offspring of the universe’s dullest game combined with the lowest form of humour. Features an elongated gag about that ancient third-rate comedian’s stalwart; working out the restaurant bill.
So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish. A nothing book. About nothing. Nothing happens, signifing nothing. A few ideas from previous books are re-hashed and Adams takes a stab at writing, gulp, a love story. Unfortunately, as is apparent from their near total absense in all the preceding books, Adams can’t write female characters. Nothing works and the conclusion is … well who knows, it all kind of just fizzles out.
Mostly Harmless. Better, but only in that it’s an attempt to put the mess of the preceding two book to rights. The afore-mentioned love interest is surgically removed from the story without so much as a second thought or wave goodbye. A pointless and irritating new (female) character is introduced and gets to do and say all the things that would have been much more poignant and significant from Arthur Dent, who meanwhile is going through all the same dull moves he got stuck with in the third book. A blatant and unexplicable Duex Ex Machina is parachuted in and everyone dies at the end. Somehow the foretelling of Arthur Dent’s death in the third book, which was said couldn’t happen before an event, gets changed to “will happen on the event”.
So, can anyone offer and excuse for Books 3-5?