Time Magazine’s Lev Grossman reviews And Another Thing:
The Hitchhiker’s books have always been a big deal to me. My siblings and I got them early — probably because I have family in England — so I was already deep into Douglas Adams when my friends didn’t know who he was yet. It seemed like a big secret that we had all to ourselves, at least for a while.
Obviously I liked them because they were funny. But I also liked them because Arthur was so depressed all the time. I was a mopey child, and they seemed to hit a particular black note that nothing else I read did. To this day the theme music from the radio show gives me major-league sad nostalgic feelings.
But I’m not a Hitchhiker’s purist. Hitchhiker’s — still not easy to spell! — exists in so many formats, I don’t know if it’s even possible to be a purist about it. I even liked the movie. (Zooey Deschanel = best Trillian ever). And I kept an open mind when I picked up Eoin (pron. “Owen”) Colfer’s sequel, And Another Thing…
I truly loved this book. My son and I listened to it all the way to visit my mother in Indiana. We had a difficult time not driving the car off the road. It’s very much in the spirit of the original, but with Mr. Colfer’s gift for rapid fire wit. We were very sorry to have missed on Eoin’s recent visit to St. Louis. Unfortunately, the word of his visit slipped by many of us. Can’t wait for whatever he has in store for us next.
Ric