The Ocean at the End of the Lane (Book Review)

Happy Halloween!

ocean_at_the_end_of_the_lane_us_cover

For the record, Halloween is my favourite holiday and in celebration of the creepy-crawly holiday I’m reviewing a book about children, deities, and monsters: Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane.  (WARNING POSSIBLE SPOILERS)

Three Sentence Summary

  1. A man drives around in the rain in England going to a funeral but instead takes a detour to the farm house at the end of the lane from his childhood home and begins remembering back to his childhood about the residents of the farmhouse and the strange events revolving them.

  2. The main body of the narrative takes place in the narrator’s childhood memory about how a miner came to rent a room in his parents house and ends up committing suicide over money issues which allows a monster thing to come into the world and gift people with money in unpleasant ways, one of those unpleasant ways happens to the narrator when he wakes up with a coin lodged deep in his throat and tells his neighbors, three ladies of sliding scale ages, about this which then results in a hunt to banish the monster however by happenstance the monster is able to make a wormhole in the boy’s foot and the next day manifests as the boy’s new awful nanny.

  3. The monster turned nanny does a lot of weird and bad things to the family but mostly directs her malevolence towards they boy who is the only one who can sense that there’s something wrong with this woman-like-thing and tries to confine him to his room in order to keep him safe/alive because he serves as a doorway back to the other world if she needs it however ultimately the boy escapes and runs to the sanctuary of the farmhouse and the three ladies extract the worm hole from the boy and summon carrion bird-monsters who eat other monsters and…existence, apparently…and they want to eat they boy’s heart as well since it still contains some of the nanny-monster-thing still however the youngest of the three ladies sacrifices her self to save the boy and takes a long nap in the ocean at the end of the lane.

Thoughts and Analysis

This is my third Gaiman book.  The first one I read was Neverwhere, the second was American Gods, and now this one.  I have to say up front: I’m not in the Gaiman cult fan club.  I’ve generally enjoyed his books in the same way I enjoyed taking calculus: I enjoyed it but I wouldn’t do it again.

One thing I really enjoy about Gaiman novels is how rich they are with mythology and mystery, frequently he blends a mix of gods and monsters borrowed from history and imagination and creates a backdrop that feels like a dark modern fairy tale.  However what I don’t enjoy about Gaiman’s style is everyone of his main character protagonists feel so flat and forgettable almost to the point where I feel like the narrator is more a vessel in which to deliver the story rather than pushing the plot along. However given how the book ends, it is heavily implied that the carrion birds ate most of the boy’s heart, the emotionless blithe that composes the boy grown up personality makes sense.  The guy’s missing a heart, of course he’s nonchalant, bland, and ultimately boring.  This emotionlessness in the narrator makes it really hard for me to care about the protagonist (I feel like that’s almost too strong of a word to describe the narrator, he’s not a good guy or a bad guy or lovable or hate-able he’s just a place holder) and the really sad things that happen to him.

 

Favourite Quotes

“As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.” p6

“I helped her put the flowers into the vases, and she asked my opinion on where to put the vases in the kitchen. We placed the vases where I suggested, and I felt wonderfully important.” p33

“My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes  and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and it was swaying with the swell of the sea.” p60 (1)

“It was the kind of cloudy night where the clouds seem to gather up light from distant streetlights and houses below, and throw it back at the earth.” p79

“Oh, monsters are scared…That’s why they’re monsters.” p112

“If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.” p138

“A story matters…to the extent that people in the story change…[but] I was the same person at the end of it that I was at the beginning.” p170 (2)

Overall score

The brevity of the story, under 200 pages including epilogue, and the mythology tidbits helps the score however ultimately the flat characters and plot driven story cancel out the bonus.  Since I didn’t mind reading the book but wouldn’t re-read it (I might end up donating it before leaving for England) nor do I feel comfortable recommending it to anyone who’s not already a Gaiman fan I can only give this book a middle of the road 3 out of 5.

Footnotes:

  1. In one of my old apartments I used to have this massive walk-in closet that had a window and I would sleep in the closet under the window and it was really wonderful when it was raining because the rain would blow in but because of the blinds and the bug screen the rain drops wouldn’t ever be more than mist.  I miss that room sometimes, the closet.  I named that room “tallow” after reading The Slow Regard of Silent Things.
  2. I think this is one of the axiomatic reasons I generally have no desire to re-read Gaiman books: his characters don’t change. Like at all.  They’re just listless people at the beginning where some pretty awful things happen to and they experience some otherworldly struggles however they them selves are the same exact people at the end as the beginning which makes me feel like there wasn’t a reason to tell the story in the first place.

 

Advertisements

My Hair has a Mind of it’s own. (comic)

hair-with-its-own-mind

This is what I think when people tell me “my hair has a mind of it’s own”.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide Series Review

Happy Monday!

hitchhikers guide to the galaxy book cover2

Here we are at the end of the review series and also the end of reviews of series via individual books. It takes too much time and I honestly don’t read many series, mostly just trilogies if that.

The first thing to address is I personally view this series complete in the first four books.  The Zaphod story and Mostly harmless I only read because they’re in the omnibus.  This being said I will not touch “…and another thing.” for free.  It’s a Zaphod, Trillian, Random, story involving the immortal from Life, the Universe and Everything who made it’s own purpose for eternal existence to insult everything in existence.

Overall the series seems to have a solid foundation established by the first two books and the third floundered however I’m not entirely sure how much the process is different but I can give slack since it was the first in the series that wasn’t first a radio special.

I wish Adams didn’t introduce Trillian’s character. Like at all.  He portrays him self as a writer with no understanding of female character at best or a male supremist at worst.  Really really blundered that one up.  Over and Over again.

A classic in the genre and good for a laugh.  It’s pretty cheap at 20$ (new) for the omnibus and worth checking out.

I’m sure you’re about as happy as I am to be finished with this series and beginning something else.  Tune in next week for my  Halloween special Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”.

 

Mostly Harmless (book review)

Happy Monday!

Did you like the ending to the last book review? I did too.  I was trying to convey my disappointment when I learned that there was another book in the series when I got my first omnibus.   Results may vary.

The good news is that Zaphod and Marvin are gone and there’s a couple of solid laughs.  And then it gets weird.  I have no emotional connection to this book, but like a step-relative I feel semi-obligated to acknowledge it but I’m in no way obligated to be nice to it just because it’s related in name to the rest of the series.  I will say that its not good but at least the fin-cap scene isn’t bad.

Three Sentence Summary:

  1. Arthur and Fenchurch are galaxy hopping along happily when Fenchurch, the only character other than Aruthur that I’ve really liked in this entire series, DISAPPEARS into a cloud of improbability (deep breath of frustration) leaving Arthur heartbroken and wandering the cosmos and living off donating his bodily fluids until he gets stranded on a planet that has never invented sandwiches and he becomes a sandwich master.
  2. Meanwhile Ford has been tangling with the Volgon’s hostile takeover of the guide headquarters and after throwing him self out a few windows eventually runs into Arthur on the planet Lamuella, mean while there are two alternative universe Trillans being followed in this book, Trillian A (the one we know) and Trillian B (the one who doesn’t go off with Zaphod at the party); Trillian A becomes an interchronological reporter reporting stories in the future before they happen and then reporting on the alternative histories that happen as a result and some such but she reveals how mechanically Adam’s treats female characters and says “I wanted a baby and I couldn’t resist my biological urges in favour of a logical decision since I’ll be a single mother trying to raise a child alone traveling through time in and out of hostile situations knowingly so I’m going to pass off my child, that I couldn’t be bothered to give a fucking proper name to, to the only other human in existence who happens to be her father because I don’t give a crap about her or the father (I’m serious, this all happens).
  3. Arthur Dent being the good guy he is does his best to be a surprise father to a cantankerous 16 year old girl who is coping with being abandoned by her mother but ultimately cannot control bigger cogs of events conspiring to put Random (Trillian A’s Daughter’s name) in touch with the second version of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy but designed with impressively brilliant Volgon interdimential technology which was created with a singular purpose: to destroy every single earth in every single multiverse.

 

Thoughts:

Alright folks, were at the end of the reviews here(1) and I’m personally happier about this than about the quality of this book.  As mentioned above, Adams seems to have a bend towards really terrible characterization of the female figure.  Trillian A is portrayed as a emotionless robot reporter who is burdened with this child by-product of HER OWN BIOLOGICAL CLOCK. She CHOSE to have this child on her own terms despite already having a challenging job and knowing she does not have a support network in raising this kid.  So the logical move in Trillian A’s mind is to find Arthur, talk sweet memories to him, and say “surprise! You’re a father. Now I’m never coming back to visit or help raise her because I’m already way too swamped with my obviously more important reporting job.  Good luck guys. Or you know…whatever.”  and poor Trillian B is so completely forgettable that her entire side story is completely inconsequential.  Regardless of whether she took the job with the Grebulons or not, the Volgons were already in works to destroy this planet and it’s implied that they even used the guide MKII to manipulate events so that this happened. Fenchurch was proof Adams could do better.  Why? Adams.

Adam’s second attempt at the end wasn’t as good as the first but it’s okay

He wondered what he should do, but he only wondered it idly.  Around him people were beginning to rush and shout a lot, but it was suddenly very clear to him that there was nothing to be done, not now or ever. Through the new strangeness of noise and light he could just make out the shape of Ford Prefect sitting back and laughing wildly.

A tremendous feeling of peace came over him. He knew that at last, for once and forever, it was now all, finally, over.

p. 814

That’s it.  The end.  It carries on for another half page but that’s where it all ends. Tune in next week for the closing thoughts and what it all meant.

 

Footnotes:

  1. There will be a cap piece, one place for me to put all my thoughts on the series and addressing “…and another thing.”

Oh Bats!

“If you eliminate smoking and gambling, you will be amazed to find that almost all an Englishman’s pleasures can be, and mostly are, shared by his dog.”
—George Bernard Shaw

Little Dogs Laughed

It was a great idea–in my head. But for such a simple idea, it started to turn complicated fast. Part of the problem was the garland–either too high or too low and I just could not get it to quite cooperate the way I wanted. In the meantime, Jack Henry is started to play with one end of it and I am sure you can imagine how quickly crepe-paper in a dog’s mouth starts to look. I will probably try this again on a day when I am not up against tight deadlines for work (there has been a lot of those lately). But for now, it is done and Jack Henry was happy to say goodbye to the bats and hello to some apple slices for his great work.

Today’s Dog Quote:

“If you eliminate smoking and gambling, you will be amazed to find that almost all an Englishman’s…

View original post 32 more words

*SHORT STORY REVIEW SPECIAL* Young Zaphod Plays it Safe (a prequel story to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)

Happy Monday!

Hey you know what the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy “trilogy” in four books, with one meh one and 3 very solid books and a great ending I might add, reeeally needs? A ZAPHOD Prequel!

ಠ_ಠ 

Let’s get started!

Three Sentence Summary:

  1. Zaphod is driving another funny shaped space ship, this time a filling cabinet, on a ocean/tropical area of a planet for The Beeblebrox Salvage and Really Wild Stuff Corp and  he’s following a lead that takes him deep under the water to a ship with “questionable content.”
  2. Zaphod talks about lobster.
  3. Big reveal? Were hinted that the “questionable content” were designer personalities (among other things) which are highly dangerous blah blah exposition and one of them escapes to where Earth is located and happens to be Ronald Reagan.

Really not much to say about this story.  I didn’t like Zaphod’s character, I felt like his personality was pretty much the same pre and post brain op.  The story was too short to develop any good jokes and with an already weak character it was a complete flop for me. This is the one piece in the series I almost don’t recommend reading but it’s only nine pages (however I’ve read those stupid nine pages 4 times now, once today for this and I’m not re reading this if/when I revisit).

Sorry folks. I promise, my taste in books doesn’t get this low often but I felt obligated to cover it for completion satisfaction.  Tune in next week though, Trillian has a kid!

For New Friends and Old Alike

Happy Friday!

NOTE: I am using [sic] to indicate that these people said these specific words to demonstrate that I’m not exaggerating the incredible rudeness I encountered.

As many of my regular readers probably know, I left my mother city of St Louis (Follow link for more information, however TL;DC [Too Lazy; Didn’t Click] St Louis is a Beer City with a Baseball problem [among other problems] that’s about 300 miles south on the mighty Mississippi River) 1st October 2016 at 4.20pm (tee-hee) central time on my first ever journey out of the United States for the University of Lancaster in the UK and the experience has been absolutely beautiful, depraved, loving, dysphoric, and already significantly life changing.

I believe in the some-what superstitious idea of synchronicity(1) and this being said, as much as I will always love St Louis as my Mother City, I believe she was giving me her blessing by fire to leave in three little flares:

Flare #1:  The Thursday before I left, I was trying run around town and finish the things I didn’t do yet because procrastination which when you’re errands depend on the public transit system in St Louis, it can take up to 4 hours round trip for less than a 20 mi/32.187km trip.  This being the case, I’m pretty used to eating on the go and being so close to leaving I was eating lots of glorious trash gas (petrol) station foods to avoid having groceries that I wouldn’t be able to eat before leaving.  I have some pretty wicked hair(2) and hair this wild was never made to play well with hats.  However I haven’t yet found a proper alternative to the skull cap for winter weather which leads to results that look kinda like this:

fin-hat-hair

So be me, sweaty from dressing for the cold morning weather that turned up to mild summer weather in the span of my transit travels and no longer wanting to be in a hot hat.  Taking it off when I arrive at the gas station and feeling self conscious but mostly hungry I made a bee-line for the junk food section and load up some slightly-burnt hot dogs and hot-dog-shaped chicken things and mildly-satisfying-for-the-price taquitos and jump in line(3) and the over middle aged cashier checks me out and says to his coworkers (as a complete non-sequitur) “…speaking of I need to get in touch with my lazy-ass [sic] barber because my hair is starting to look like absolute shit [sic].” To wit I thought “So it makes you feel good to insult boys half your age about their hair passively you fucking limp dick? Not only you insult your barber who earns an honest living unlike you’re dead end gas station attendant job?” However I’ve been trying to remember Louie’s advice “Let it go, Fin. You’ll be happier for it.” and resisted spitting sulpher and walked away letting the miserable prick marinate in his own negativity.

Flare #2: Saturday morning rolls around and I’m ready to leave this city.  I’ve had people who I considered friends ignore me completely in any respects to hang out one last time before leaving, we had been having miserable weather, and I was still a little pissed off about the hat hair comment (I mean the guy works in the HOSPITALITY industry, what kind of mum teaches their child to behave in such a manour much less at work?) however the bus stop to take me to the airport was literally less than a block from the front door of my motel room which made me pretty happy.  I packed (almost) everything I own in the world in a big roller bag that I had received as present for the first time I went off to university(4) however it was the very cheap Prestige brand of bag(5).  Before I even got to the bus stop (less than one block), the wheels broke off and the bottom of the bag was getting a friction hole exposing a structural wire. I’m convinced that Prestige brand bags are the type of bags you gift your traveler friend you’re trying to sabotage because they will not last more than one trip, if that.

Flare 3: I bought my tickets of this app I discovered via reddit (/r/budget if I remember correctly, however probably not) called Skip Lagged

Skiplagged is a pro-consumer travel website that aims to make it easier to experience the world. We expose secrets of the industry by finding airfares not found anywhere else that can easily save you up to 80%. FAQ

Regardless of how infomercial the pitch sounds, I literally got my flight here for 500$, the next cheapest being 1000$.  The itinerary I had purchased didn’t use American Airlines (instead using the appropriate “Finnair”) to get me from St Louis to Chicago and on presenting this to the boarding pass counter, the lady looks at my itinerary and says “What the fuck [sic] is this?”
Me: My itinerary?

To which she gives me a dirty look (another prime example of St Louis Hospitality) and told me to wait and went off to talk to her equally vapid and rude coworker to figure out my business.

Finally after over 30 minutes of waiting she comes back and mumbles “I guess I’ll try this again.” and when she finds my boarding pass she says to her computer screen “This was a fucking stupid [sic] way to buy a plane ticket.”   Be me (again), wheels have fallen off my 70lb/31.752kg and I’m tired from manually carrying the thing around to keep it from breaking further and for the second time in 3 days I’m being insulted passively to my face from an individual in the hospitality industry. “Let it go, Fin.”

I’ll be the first to admit, I was deeply unhappy being in St Louis long before deciding on this trip however I found it deeply bothersome to be treated with such blatant hostility from people who have jobs in an industry that is supposed to be focused on good manours.  And maybe this rubs me especially hard because I’m a food industry veteran of 13 years and I’ve fired people for less.  This sort of behaviour is absolutely unacceptable particularly when not provoked, however what bothers me the most is that both of the people from #1 and #3 I guarantee have higher wages than I’ve had at my peak regardless of my practice of loving compassionate kindness. Even now, just writing this is making me grind my teeth. “Let it go, Fin.”

Fear not, my dear reader, after 1300+ words there is a happy ending: Since touching down in the UK every single person (inc hospitality workers, flat mates, university workers, strangers, literally EVERYONE) has been radically kind, polite, and frequently even nice to the point of “sweetheart” levels.  Never have I ever encountered any place where everyone says “please, thank you, excuse me, sorry” so frequently which among other things (that I plan to cover in a future piece “Cultural Dysphoria: An American Abroad” [working title]) has made it easy to fall head over heels in love with the people of the United Kingdom.  For the first time in my life, I feel safe and accepted.

american-born-british-at-heart

 

Footnotes:

  1. I also believe in: ghosts, astrology, lucky pennies, that I can communicate with non-human living beings via deep empathy (inc trees, insects, birds, dogs, plants; in fact I had a basil plant named Bob once, he was a good plant but when he died because my thumbs are flesh coloured rather than the prerequisite green I had a funeral for em and I felt really bad which is why I don’t aspire to have pets, plants, or children in the near future; R.I.P. Bob, the basil lemon chicken I made with you was wonderful and I won’t forget it anytime soon), and that I can in fact identify as a cartoon stick-figure in real life as a legitimate claim.  This should give you a nice flavour for the sort of coconut I have on top of my stick-ish torso.
  2. fin-head
  3. Or a queue, which I’m learning is the Official British National past time, as someone in London told me “If ever in doubt, just form a queue and people will follow suit”, however I honestly wouldn’t call it a queue in the states because we’re more likely just to make an amorphis blob especially at gas stations.
  4. Straight out of high school (or college, being the English equivalent) I went off to the University of Missouri – Columbia aka Mizzou however after crushing the fuck out of my first term at 18 credit hours and a 4.0, over winter break I discovered the wonders of marijuana which lead to term two crushing the fuck out of me and leading me into what I’ve termed “7 Years of Summer Break”.
  5. Wal-mart’s “exclusive” travel bag line.  You get like a full 8 bag set for like 30$.  Avoid at all costs.

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish Book Review

Happy Monday!

so-long-and-thanks-for-all-the-fish

I like this book.  Like a lot. After Adam’s last first final book in the trilogy(1), like every time I’ve read this series, I think “Cheese…I don’t remember if the rest is more of the same or what”, and then I’m always pleasantly surprised. So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish feels like Adam’s second attempt to end the series and in a way it is what I accepted as the end of the series until I got my first omnibus version.  If this book ended the series, like for good (no more prequels, no more post-humorously published volumes, please just let the series die a dignified death), I would have been extremely satisfied.  Maktub.

Three Sentence Summary:

  1. Arthur has been hitching across the galaxy after the events of the last book and is inadvertently and curiously dropped off on Earth in England where he gets a ride with a jerk who introduces Arthur to his medicinally sedated “mentally unstable” sister, Fenchurch, the first human woman Arthur has seen in who knows how long(2) and naturally falls obsessively in love with her however after calling several hospitals asking after her, after arriving home to an eight year pile of junk mail, and generally being super hardcore creepy he notices a fish bowl that has an inscription on it reading “So Long and Thanks” which prompts him to sleep on the events of the rainy evening.

  2. Arthur decides he wants to find the cave in which he used to live in on prehistoric Earth and discovers that Fenchurch lives in a flat that was constructed precisely on top of Arthur’s cave in prehistoric Earth which is the second time he’s seen her now (he picked her up hitchhiking sometime between the fishbowl thing and showing up on her door step) which firmly establishes this story as a romantic comedy science fiction, maybe a first of its kind, and so following the formula Fenchurch makes a big reveal about her “mental instability”, as it turns out Fenchurch is the girl mentioned in the first book who had received the question for life, the universe, and everything moments before the Earth was destroyed,  which is code for she floats inches off the ground all the time constantly (literally) and when Arthur notices this he teaches her to fly and they have lots and lots of flying sex.

  3. Eventually Arthur and Fenchurch receive a lead onto an enigmatic scientist, John Watson aka Wonko the Sane who looked like…I’ll just have to quote it:

If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn’t exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar.

P. 583

…and with all this David Bowie power combine Arthur and Fenchurch are shown that if they hold the fish bowl they got up to their ear they can hear the dolphins explaining to humanity about the impending Volgon demolition and that they tried to warn us however they (the dolphins) are off to another dimension before this Earth is destroyed so they can create a new Earth for the Humans and then a wild Ford Prefect appears via a giant robot shaped spaceship that causes mass mayhem and however dunk Ford is he explains…nothing(3) but there are some cut away Ford POV chapters showing where he was when he discovered that his copy of the Guide has the full version of his entry on the Earth and how he got from there to the Earth and after finishing his surprisingly accurate drunken rehash of his POV chapters(4) they decide to hijack the same robot-spaceship that Ford arrived on to go see where God’s Last Message to his Creation is and read it but on the way they meet Marvin who explains that due to continuity (errors?) that he is now about 37 times older than the universe it self which has made him almost nonfunctional however Arthur and Fenchurch help Marvin to the destination where God’s Last Message to his Creation can be read and after reading it: (get ready for the feels)

 “I think,” he murmured at last from deep within his corroding, rattling, thorax, “I feel good about it.”

The lights went out in his eyes for absolutely the very last time ever.

p. 610

Thoughts:

This book is closest to my heart in the series.  I love Fenchurch.  Finally Arthur has a love interest AND this woman isn’t an insulting gender-genre cliche AND she actually is a fairly interesting character.  I’m not generally crazy for romances in literature(5) but after growing with Arthur over the last few books it feels so satisfying to give him his home back and someone to love and be loved.

Take this thought from Arthur’s head:

“Perhaps we ought to first sort out,” said Arthur, “where I’m taking you.”

fenchurch

arthur-dent-says

Very close, he hoped, or a long way. Close would mean she live near him, a long way would mean he could drive her there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See? It’s crap like THIS that makes me really makes me peel with “aww”.

I did not like Marvin.  Like at all.  I wanted him to die the entire series.  This death is simultaneously satisfying and heartbreaking and every time I read it I feel those heart strings.

Above points are all in favour of this book making a strong cannidate for the end of the series but an subtle absence is felt with out Zaphod or Trillian in this book as much as their characters were 100% throw-away(6) in the overall series (including the prequel short story) and their stories were pretty much resolved(?7) after the events of Life, the Universe and Everything however I just kind of wanted to see them…or have mention of the heart of gold finding god or something improbable like that.  Would have been a much stronger ending than the “seriously? WTF, man.  What is your deal INTRODUCING A BRAND NEW CHARACTER IN THE EPILOGUE THAT SERVES NO PURPOSE?! Seriously, can’t have any nice moments here…” (drops mic, walks out, turns off light switch on way out)

 

Footnotes:

  1. Go ahead and re-read it.  It makes sense in the context of this series.
  2. Given the time traveling and dimensional travel, I’m pretty sure there is no right answer.
  3. He kind of rambles on for a few pages while the giant robot does giant robot things.
  4. His drunken rambling makes about as much sense as some of his chapters, like the one where he keeps listening to the “Tick Tick Tock Tock”ing and giggles about it.  I think Adams was getting paid by the word by this book because there are much easier plot devices to get Arthur and Fenchurch a ride off planet.
  5. Unless it’s something silent and complex like John Grady and Alejandra in All The Pretty Horses by McCarthy  and I’ll just read it over and over and over…or really anything Cormic decides he wants to write about I’ll read because his prose is just so so lyrical and violent like broken church stain glass sparkling in the morning sun.
  6. I can think of a much more amusing scenario where in Zaphod’s causal absence, Ford steals the Heart of Gold and abducts Arthur and they go have space adventures and Trillian only exists because of the phone number joke in the first book which could have been replaced with Fenchurch and hell I think we’re on our way to an interesting reboot of the series, eh?
  7. ? Honestly I care so little about their character arcs that I won’t check the source text (sitting right in front of me).