Douglas Adams is my favourite author. His books managed to toe that difficult line of being both infinitely clever and infinitely silly at the same time. The result was a set of smartly constructed, entertaining books that were a huge influence on me when I cobbled together my effort towards a novel that this rarely updated blog is supposed to be about. There’s a small chance that people that read the book could accuse me of trying and failing to copy his style, I couldn’t really help it, it just sort of happened.
Ten years ago today he sadly passed away, he was only 49. As well as writing for radio and television and writing many books he also became an environmental ambassador. Overall, the impression I get from his output and legacy is that he was a thoroughly lovely man. I can’t vouch for this personally, obviously, but I’m fairly certain that’s true.
The fact that the publishers of my novel were able to get permission for me to use a quote from Mostly Harmless as the epigraph to the book made me squeal like a giddy child. It really put the icing on the cake or a better metaphor.
I am yet to read a better set of books than his Hitchhiker’s series and, as many people have been saying today on Twitter and such places, it is tragic to think of all of the fantastic writing he would’ve produced if he had still been alive today that we will never get to read. I’m not that good at serious, so I’ll let Douglas finish off: “There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler’s mind.”