Mostly Harmless by Douglas Adams
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Imagine you’re Douglas Adams in 1992. You’ve relatively recently done Last Chance to See and have added “interest in wildlife and evolution” to your already unusually large toolbox of inspiration and influences. This new way of looking at the world has alarmed you about the state of things and has filled you with a reserved pessimism; not that your previous work can be said to have been optimistic — unless aloof nihilism can double for optimism, which is of course, by itself, a matter of some discussion. Perfectly not primed, you return to that same greatest achievement that made you famous 8 years after last leaving readers at an already sad cliffhanger (that’s all I can say for the end of “Thanks For All the Fish” — no, it doesn’t get better than that). What do you do then? Being a jerk at this point is an understandable, if not very bold, move. That is exactly what you go on to do.
Douglas Adams has said that the period in which he wrote Mostly Harmless was a bleak one for his personal life; one can certainly tell. Oh yes. In the world of H2G2 everything somehow worked out for our heroes, improbability always on their side no matter how fantastic, dangerous or humorously absurd (usually all three) the scenario. Let’s just say that, this time around, not even improbability itself is spared from all this bleakness.
Even if in subsequent itterations of the series the ending of H2G2 has been altered to be more cheerful or even expanded in the form of a sixth book by Eoin Colfer, the fact is that this was Douglas Adams last word on the matter before his death in 2001. I think it is shocking, of course I do. But it somehow still fits with Adams’ vision of his Universe. Aloof nihilism is still the ultimate universal force this part of the Whole Sort Of General Mish Mash; only this time, this same universal force works against everything the reader has come to expect or wish. Oh well. Same shit, different space-time continuum. At the same time, this bleakness serves to colour the humour black — and there’s no shortage of humour in this one either: in typical Adams fashion, the humour is funny because it rings true. To me, that’s what H2G2 is all about. Therefore I don’t think it’s any worse than book 4; to tell the truth I would place them together just a notch below the first three.
To put it all together in a nice little summary that may be able to say, in its brevity, more than all of the above: Mostly Harmless is just the opposite side of the coin that is H2G2, the first four books being the first side; still absurd, still funny, still clever, still making social critique, still eloquent. Only this time, it doesn’t give a Belgium.
