Sunday, December 1, 2013

"We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty"

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Last week I read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by British humorist and dramatist Douglas Adams. It had been on my radar since 2005, but thanks to a little peer pressure by my buddy and Breaking Bad partner in crime Tom, I finally decided to check out what all the fuss was about. H2G2 was originally a BBC Radio 4 comedy broadcast, but due to its massive success, it was eventually expanded into a five-book trilogy, a sixth book by Eoin Colfer and Adams' widow Jane Belson, a TV show, a computer game, and three series of DC Comics comic book adaptations.

Earthling Arthur Dent is just a normal guy. When the Vogons destroy Planet Earth to make room for an intergalactic freeway, Arthur's world, well, implodes. Dent's friend Ford Prefect, who happens to be an alien, is indebted to him and decides to help Arthur escape by hitching a lift on a Vogon demolition ship. The pair is ultimately discovered and thrown into space, but fortunately/improbably, picked up by the Heart of Gold. The shiny new ship, stolen and manned by Zaphod Beeblebrox (Ford's cousin), Trillian, and Marvin the Paranoid Android, is headed to the legendary planet Magrathea.

How much I loved The Guide? Well, I already ordered the five-book box set, and I plan to the watch the movie (added bonus: my celebrity crush Zooey Deschanel is in it) as soon as possible. If you're into Monty Python-esque absurdity/brilliance and bone-dry humor, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is definitely your cup of smoldering hot tea! My only complaint is that the book is way too short - I blazed through it and now have to live with deep regrets for the rest of my puny existence.

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