
I didn’t like it quite as much as I enjoyed the first book, though. But I guess that’s always a risk with sequels. I really liked it, mind you, just not AS much. That’s sort of like comparing the 3rd or 4th Hitchhiker books with the first two. Can’t be done. They taper off a little. I don’t think this one tapered off so much, though, as it just didn’t have as strong a story. It felt at times that there was just too much going on.
It’s interesting to note in the Dirk Gently books that Dirk is almost a supporting character. He’s never the lead story, nor the most important part. He really is there to just sort of bind it all together, which is actually a really interesting choice for Adams to make. He names a series after a character but he’s never the main character. I like that idea. I don’t know why—just because it’s different I suppose.
All in all, I enjoyed the time I spent with Dirk and have the requisite feelings of man, I should’ve read these years ago. They’ve been sitting in my book queue with 100 other books waiting to be read. The life of a compulsive book buyer who never has enough time. I only wish I had more Adams waiting in my queue, but I’m afraid this was the last of it. Maybe that’s why I put it off so long. I do miss his writing terribly. Nobody else nails that intellectual atheistic sarcastic whimsy like he does.