In which Kevin pulls you kicking and screaming into the world of books.
I have commandeered this comic book blog and am holding it hostage in the name of books. Sweet books! Glorious books! As much as I love sequential art, with its heroes super and classes deadly, the printed word is good for the soul. I am enriching your souls. Let me better your life, dammit!
You might know the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy from the word “42!” being relentlessly screamed at you by performative nerds, who just must let everyone know how much of a nerd they are. The sad thing is sometimes those nerds are right. Really hate to give it to them, but Douglas Adams’ revelatory sci-fi/comedy series is as good as it has ever been. Still as sharp, just as crisp and surprising.
It’s the story of Arthur Dent, incredibly boring Earthman, who, by virtue of being friends with an extraterrestrial, is plucked from the Earth just before it’s destroyed by some otherwordly bureaucrats to make way for a hyperspace bypass. With the help of a two-headed galactic president, a manically depressed robot, and an Infinite Improbability Drive that can and will take us anywhere, Dent is in for a ride that is as terrible to undergo as it is a joy to read.
Adams constantly wraps us in effortlessly funny logic puzzles and philosophical musings. There are an incalculable number of pieces from the Hitchhiker’s Guide that have permanently entered the cultural lexicon.
You sound like a hoopy Frood to me.