Rick 08/01/2020
“I'd far rather be happy than right any day.”
I can't talk about The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy without talking about death first.
There is a reason why I would ever talk about death in a review.
Writing this review is very important to me and hard just as much, because this book speaks volumes about my story as a whole, it represents the beginning of my alter ego - Marvin, it represents the end of my childhood, it's got its own meaning, one that which I cannot describe nor give it a name. Do you imagine yourself laughing at the face of death? Living with her in the same house and sharing the same food? The black dog chases you and you start to run away looking for a tree to climb, looking for a house to break and enter.
I talk personally because I should. It could have been any other book that could have represented the calm after the storm in my life. But it was this one, and oh am I so glad that it wasn't any other.
My mum died. It was hard, yes it was. I dealt with it in a rather different way. They cry and cry. I used to cry and laugh. Because I didn't know how to feel really. Whenever I was alone - that for weeks, I would lose the strength that keeps me standing up, feel as if my body was decaying, my bones were breaking, and gravity was so high that I would cling to the ground, and I would cry and I would silently scream and I would die a thousand times. But whenever there were people close I would smile and laugh and be meself. And see, I was never able to understand why that would happen to me, it did never bother me though, but it was just such an eccentric way to deal with grief that it made me wonder.
With the death of my mum, I didn't have to just move house, but move city, and that broke me inside. I ended up losing a lot of friends, a lot of places, and a lot of smells. I figured my mind was adjusting to the fact that I had to cherish the people round me at those particular moments because those were to be the last ones. At least that's whatever I could figure.
The funeral was fun, quite literally. My 3 cousins, my sister and I were laughing at random shit while people would come, stay, and go. I didn't feel the need to cry, not for a single moment. But after the people were gone, the voice would scream behind my shoulders.
After weeks, I decided to start reading again. A dear friend had taught me that - a lesson I never forgot.
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy had me since the beginning. To think that Earth was about to end and you would be the only survivor was indeed crazy and scary, but not in the way Douglas Adams put it down. Douglas wrote so smoothly every bit of this book, filling it up with gibberish names for people and planets, absurdity scenarios and jokes that would only make sense in a book quite unique like this one, a sci-fi comedy, also known as Douglas Adams' finest dream. A dream that took form only in 1978 when Douglas Adams (mainly) created Guide to the Galaxy and introduced it to the world in the shape of a comedy radio broadcast on BBC Radio 4. The franchise would be, from then on, adapted to other formats. Douglas himself decided to write the first book of the series in 1979, and despite his difficulty with deadlines he managed to write 4 more books to finish the series - it did take 13 more years, but let's not talk about that.
The first book is quite unfinished, I have to say. As if there were pieces missing. Fortunately all the missing pieces of the puzzle were at the end. I just keep thinking that if Douglas were to write another series (I wish he could sad_face) nowadays in the same structure, I would be so mad at him for writing such a tiny book. As soon as you finish it you crave for more.
We tend to like Marvin way too much even though he is mostly absent in most chapters, but I could understand completely why one would like such a pathetic, unreasonable, and depressed robot. He is pretty much everything that is sad in humans. When I read this book, years ago, I started seeing myself as Marvin. I was down. I was defeated. Marvin could do or say anything and I would fully understand it from the bottom of my heart. It was just like going through puberty. I'm not even afraid to say that Marvin touched me in such a peculiar way that to this day, I still like to call myself Marvin even though that is not even my name.
Well, there wasn't only Marvin in the story, was there. Arthur Dent was normal. And by that I mean, he was neither hysterical like most people would be in that situation - if that were to happen, nor impressed with anything. As the book goes on, Arthur starts to become more and more interesting, a fearless bloke that was prepared for whatever was ahead. Meanwhile Ford goes from smart and influential to ordinary and disposable, and I cannot blame this on nothing but the size of the book, had it been bigger Ford could've been more essential to the story during the last 2/3 of the book. Zaphod, the captain of the (stolen) ship, is a very interesting anti-hero (or unethical hero, whatever) and a narcissistic character, which turns out to suit him very well and he would surely be missed if absent in the following books. As for Tricia I have nothing to say, at most times it felt like she didn't even exist, I truly hope she will have a lot of character development in the continuation of the series.
This would be 4.5 up to now, but I decided it to rate 4 for the sole reason that the book doesn't have a purpose, a goal. At least not one that is achieved at least partially within this piece. And the reason is clear, this book was never meant to be 'a' book, but the first part of it. The book feels like it just ends abruptly. It would be dishonest of me to say I wasn't a tad bit disappointed. I'm guessing Douglas is at fault for this. Even though I meant all of this criticism, I still think the book is good for what's it's supposed to do, and whether we like it or not, its main purpose is to introduce us to the world and characters and prepare us for the second book. It does the job quite well, and my only hope is that the following books don't have the same problems, even though I wouldn't mind... My affinity with the characters and Douglas' fine writing style are enough for me.
And by the way, living with death is not as bad it seems when you've got people around you.
And also,
Don't Panic.