This is not an Artemis Fowl book – it’s a continuation of The Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. As a rule I flinch when I hear about any writer doing any reboot (gritty or otherwise) of someone else’s work – Arthurian myths, vampires (sparkly or otherwise), elves versus dwarves, etc. But I know Colfer is a brilliant writer (and, obviously, so is Douglas Adams – except of course for being dead nowadays). So I was cautiously hopeful.
I’m sorry. It was awful. Awful, awful, awful. The plot was random and nonsensical. . . but not in a good way. Arthur Dent was passive and ordinary. . . but not in a good way. Trillian was impulsive. . . but not interesting. The side notes were enormously self-referential and absurd. . . and they didn’t grab me at all. Worst of all was Random Dent aka the whiny teen. I know that’s how she’s designed, but she was so irritating and pointless it actually felt like the writer had no idea how to write young adults (which is quite evidently not true).
All in all, it felt very much like an otherwise brilliant man repeating all his friend’s jokes phrased slightly incorrectly. And it was awful. Awful, awful, awful.
Rating: PG, maybe G. I don’t care.
Sample: “Step away from that barbeque,” Aseed ordered shrilly. “We need those cows.”
Ford hissed into Arthur’s ear: “I’ll stall them. You get Bessy on the barbeque.
The cow overheard. “I resent that. We’re not all called Bessy, you know. As a matter of fact, BESSY is quite passé in sophisticated circles. Trisjam and Pollygrino are the names of choice this season.”