In Life, the Universe and Everything, the third title in Douglas Adams' blockbusting sci-fi comedy series, Arthur Dent finds himself enlisted to prevent a galactic war.
In consequence of a number of stunning catastrophes, Arthur Dent is surprised to find himself living in a hideously miserable cave on prehistoric Earth. However, just as he thinks that things cannot get possibly worse, they suddenly do. He discovers that the Galaxy is not only mind-boggingly big and bewildering but also that most of the things that happen in it are staggeringly unfair.
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"Wild satire . . . the feckless protagonist, Arthur Dent, is reminiscent of Vonnegut heroes."--"Chicago Tribune
""Adams is one of those rare treasures: an author who, one senses, has as much fun writing as one has reading."--"Arizona Daily Star
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"From the Trade Paperback edition."
Wild satire . . . the feckless protagonist, Arthur Dent, is reminiscent of Vonnegut heroes. "Chicago Tribune
" Adams is one of those rare treasures: an author who, one senses, has as much fun writing as one has reading. "Arizona Daily Star
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"From the Trade Paperback edition."" --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Book Description
Volume three in the Trilogy of Five. In the beginning was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Then came The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. For further information, read on . . .
From the Inside Flap
"HYSTERICAL!"
--The Philadelphia Inquirer
The unhappy inhabitants of planet Krikkit are sick of looking at the night sky above their heads--so they plan to destroy it. The universe, that is. Now only five individuals stand between the white killer robots of Krikkit and their goal of total annihilation.
They are Arthur Dent, a mild-mannered space and time traveler, who tries to learn how to fly by throwing himself at the ground and missing; Ford Prefect, his best friend, who decides to go insane to see if he likes it; Slartibartfast, the indomitable vicepresident of the Campaign for Real Time, who travels in a ship powered by irrational behavior; Zaphod Beeblebrox, the two-headed, three-armed ex-head honcho of the Universe; and Trillian, the sexy space cadet who is torn between a persistent Thunder God and a very depressed Beeblebrox.
How will it all end? Will it end? Only this stalwart crew knows as they try to avert "universal" Armageddon and save life as we know it--and don't know it!
"ADAMS IS ONE OF THOSE RARE TREASURES: an author who, one senses, has as much fun writing as one has reading."
--The Arizona Daily Star --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From the Back Cover
Volume Three in the Trilogy of Five
After a series of events which have involved Arthur Dent being alternately blown up and insulted in more bizarre regions of the Galaxy than he ever dreamt existed, he finds himself stranded on Prehistoric Earth. Luckily, an eddy in the space-time continuum lands him, Ford Prefect and their flying sofa in the middle of the ground at Lord's two days before the world is due to end.
It's just not cricket . . .
About the Author
Douglas Adams was born in 1952 and created all the various and contradictory manifestations of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: radio, novels, TV, computer game, stage adaptation, comic book and bath towel.
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was published in 1979 and its phenomenal success sent the book straight to Number One in the UK Bestseller List. His series has sold over 15 million books in the UK, the US and Australia and was also a bestseller in German, Swedish and many other languages.
He is also the author of the Dirk Gently novels: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul and the unfinished The Salmon of Doubt.
Douglas lived with his wife and daughter in California, where he died suddenly in 2001.
" The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.
It wasn't just that the cave was cold, it wasn't just that it was damp and smelly. It was the fact that the cave was in the middle of Islington and there wasn't a bus due for two million years. Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in, as Arthur Dent could testify, having been lost in both time and space a good deal. At least being lost in space kept you busy.
He was stranded in prehistoric Earth as the result of a complex sequence of events which had involved him being alternatively blown up and insulted in more bizarre regions of the Galaxy than he had ever dreamt existed, and though life had now turned very, very, very quiet, he was still feeling jumpy. He hadn't been blown up now for five years. Since he had hardly seen anyone since he and Ford Perfect had parted company four years previously, he hadn't been insulted in all that time either.
Except just once.
It had happened on a spring evening about two years previously. He was returning to his cave just a little after dusk when he became aware of lights flashing eerily through the clouds. He turned and stared, with hope suddenly clambering through his heart. Rescue. Escape. The castaway's impossible dream- a ship.
And as he watched, as he stared in wonder and excitement , a long silver ship descended through the warm evening air, quietly, without fuss, its long leg unlocking in a smooth ballet of technology. It alighted gently on the ground, and what little hum it had generated dies away, as if lulled by the evening calm. A ramp extended itself. Light streamed out.
A tall figure appeared silhouetted in the hatchway. It walked down the ramp and stood in front of Arthur.
You're a jerk Dent,' it said simply." --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title
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