My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This book is spectacularly average. So amazingly average, in fact, that I would be hard pressed to repeat back the plot to you if a gun were held to my head. It’s all a bit muddled and involves Random’s abandonment issues with her father, Arthur, while Trillian falls in love with an annoying and insulting immortal who was a minor character from a previous book. During this time, Ford’s old buddy Thor (yes, the deity) gets thrown into the mix in an attempt to confuse you into believing that you are, in fact, reading a Dirk Gently novel.
Okay… maybe I DO remember some of the plot. It seems the hypothetic firearm aimed between my eyes worked.
The problem with this book is the elephant sitting in the room: Douglas Adams didn’t write it. To his credit as an author, Eoin Colfer does a commendable job trying to pick up where the late Mr. Adams left off. It’s hard to be TOO hard on him because, let’s face it, Mostly Harmless was a less than stellar read. Nonetheless, bad Douglas Adams is still better than the best fan fiction – something And Another Thing… winds up feeling like.
This book seems slightly askew from the rest of the series to me. In fanboy jargon, And Another Thing… feels the same way Buffy the Vampire Slayer did when it went from the WB to UPN. I know it’s the same thing, but it just doesn’t feel right.
Hopefully the publisher will let this franchise be. Star Wars didn’t need any prequels and we really didn’t need another HHGTTG book. Both creative endeavors merited some pretty things to see (on screen and in the mind’s eye, respectively) but they should both serve as cautionary tales to just leave well enough alone.