It’s true what they say... You pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy and either chuck it away when your head starts to whirl OR you totally ap...moreIt’s true what they say... You pick up The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy and either chuck it away when your head starts to whirl OR you totally appreciate the head-whirling sensation, plunge right in and don’t surface till you have reached the Restaurant at the End of The Universe.
It is with great delight and spots before my eyes that I can proclaim that I belong to the latter breed. You need a wee bit of whimsy, a lot of quirky and a love for all things whacky (all three which I possess in abundance) to appreciate the magnificence of this space odyssey.
The plot is fairly simple. Seconds before planet Earth is completely demolished to make way for a galactic bypass, bemused Englishman Arthur Dent is whisked away to safety by his friend, Ford Prefect. Ford is not an out-of-work actor as he has led everyone to believe. He is in fact, the resident of a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and a researcher for the revised edition of ‘The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy’.
Together, the bursting-with-enthusiasm Ford and the bursting-with-disbelief Arthur get set to cruise around the galaxy. Adding to the comedy of errors are Zaphod Beeblebrox, the two-headed, three-armed galactican president; Trillian, a lady who by some bizarre coincidence had once given Arthur the ditch at an earth-party and Marvin, the oppressively-depressed robot who could drive even a spaceship to suicide.
Along the way, they have many a hit-and-fly situation with various warped creatures who inhabit the universe…they listen to some truly terrible poetry…they land on the legendary planet, Magrathea…and even learn about the super-intelligent computer *DEEP THOUGHT* and it’s mission to answer the question to Life, The Universe and everything. All this while trying to find a decent cup of tea...
Douglas Adams was the king of one-liners and whip-smart dialogue. He took human flaws, failings and reams of red-tape and converted it into a seriously funny tale. Many argue that the written work is just a reflection of Adams’thoughts…well hell..which book isn’t?!?
I have hemmed and hawed over the years wondering whether I should pick up the book or not…always inhaling it in bits and pieces. All I can say to the still-wary is this: grab the spaceship by it’s tail-lights and get geared for a mad-trip of a lifetime. (less)
Summer is ‘ere...in all scorching splendour. And much like Greg Heffley, I am content to live out the dog days of summer sitting pretty in a cozy, dar...moreSummer is ‘ere...in all scorching splendour. And much like Greg Heffley, I am content to live out the dog days of summer sitting pretty in a cozy, darkened room....surrounded by books, crisps and the waves of air-conditioned goodness.
Speaking of books, I had been oscillating between dire apocalyptic dramas and predictable mush fests. The resulting mood swings are NOT a pretty sight. I needed a quick, laugh-a-minute riot.
And The Diary of A Wimpy Kid Series fits the bill. Paying homage to the season in vogue, I picked up Dog Days.
Greg has to deal with the lo-ong, *immense-potential-to-be-loaded-with-embarrassment* summer that looms ahead. Mooching off Rowley at the country club, staying awake after watching horror movies, dreading the walk-of-shame through the men’s shower room at the town pool, doing a dismal job at snagging the attentions of the curvy lifeguard, trying to earn a quick (and lazy) buck through lawn-mowing, dealing with a new pet that has NO Clue about personal space and finally, becoming a “man” after getting on to the Cranium Shaker Ride at the beach...all this and much more, handled the Greg Heffley way. A well-meaning mother, a ticked off father, a git of an older brother, an emerging evil of a baby brother, an on again-off again best friend and the ever-reliable glimmer of creepiness by Fregly, all combine, to make it one forgettable summer for long-suffering Greg.
As the series progresses, the gags lose a bit of their efficiency. Somewhere along the line, you (obnoxiously enough) start predicting the outcome of yet another grande Greg scheme. It’s inevitable. But if you are picking up the book for the first time or reading it as a standalone book, it’s smirk worthy.
Not great but not bad by any stretch of the imagination. An engaging read for preteens and a guilty pleasure for supposed adults.