
A light-hearted romp through the big boys of serious topics - Whom God Would Destroy examines the subjects of religion, psychiatry, the mentally ill, and alien conspiracies in a sniggeringly hilarious meander through some cunning plot twists and a whole new understanding of the universe as it is.

If this was lunch, it would be a Wendy's hot dog with everything.

If this was fused with a grim, dystopian sci-fi blockbuster in some of Godawful teleporter accident it would be the film 'Brazil'.

If this was written by a middle-class douchebag with all the observational skill but zero percent of the humour, it would be any Ian Fleming book.
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If this was a razor, it would be a Gillette Mach 3 disposable.

If this was a restaurant, it would serve Springbok kebabs with a union jack spiked, half-jokingly, into the top.

Douglas Adams’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy*, the idea for which initially came to him while lying drunk and penniless in a field far from home, grew from a modest radio program into stage shows, a trilogy of five books, a television series, a computer game, a comic book series, a series of towels, a Hollywood blockbuster, and re-adaptions for radio—and, of course, a fabulously successful worldwide phenomena.

Here it is, Mostly Harmless, the final book in the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy trilogy... as neatly ties up a huge confusion of space-time anomalies. In the best way it could possibly be done.

The earth was indisputably demolished forever back in The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, and Arthur has been a homeless wanderer ever since. Or was the whole thing just mass hallucinations caused by a dead CIA agent in the drinking water? Arthur is back, on earth, six months after it was demolished... and he has a lot of catching up to do.


Zaphod, Trillian, Ford and Arthur return to participate in some even more unlikely deep-space situations than those that occurred in the first installment of this trilogy in five parts; The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy is the first book within Douglas Adam’s classic and well loved “trilogy in five parts” Hitchhiker’s compendium.

If this was about Big Brother, rather than UK Idol, and marginally less sucky, it would be called Dead Famous, the author's previous literary nadir.

Some people are entirely happy with their lot in life; with work and a roof over their heads and a decent meal they can be satisfied. Some people live lives of quiet dissatisfaction. And some people have a way to strike back. Such is the political and very entertaining tale of Shao Bin, Harvest Fertilizer Plant worker by day, artist by night, who takes of the corrupt powers that be.

If this was a pizza, it would be the pizza I’m going to make when I get home, using Lebanese bread as a base so you can eat a whole one (pizza) with many toppings and still feel a bit hungry. Pizza. PIZZA!

If this was a bottle of wine, it would be a cheap and unprepossessing 2-year-old chardonnay from God-knows-where that grows in splendour right up to the final drop.

If this was a stand-up routine, it would be one of those “themed” ones from a festival which is, sometimes despite itself, funny, and actually stands up better than a lot of the other fluff going around.

If this was the beginning of a Miyazaki movie, it would be a montage of bored office workers, each with cheeky-eyed sprites escaping their wasted minds, flitting out the windows and through the skies of the globe to gather together in space as one enormous totally sweet unicorn with a GSOH.

Ah, India. Land of mystery, spices, saris, exotic religions, “travellers” in their late teens looking to find themselves spiritually on their big adventure before university... and of course, the dope’s really cheap.