It's a rare treat to find a book where every paragraph is a delight to read. And that's not counting the ones by Douglas Adams himself. "Wish You Were Here" is a testimony to a giant of a man - outsized in more ways than one. At over 196 centimetres, Adams was an intimidating figure. It's even more intimidating to encounter the breadth of his mentality. As Webb explains, Adams developed an incipient interest in science, became a proficient [if spendthrift] guitarist and learned just how final extinction is. He was a man attracted to new ideas, even to the extent of creating an Internet company that went beyond just being another dot.com. His personal interests were equally wide and intense. Given how soon after Adams' death this book was published, it's remarkably complete and sensitive to the survivors.
If he'd done nothing but HHGG, Adams would be fondly remembered. As Webb notes often, Adams was too inventive and broad-minded to be limited to a single theme. Still, when you start off by considering the universe, you can only scale downward. Webb, who has a fine humorous style of his own, follows the life and tribulations of Adams with careful attention. He understands, as a flexible publisher should, that the craft of writing and production schedules are an uneasy liaison. The legends of Adams ability to procrastinate are common, but Webb points out that Adams' desire for perfection in his craft was at least as strong as his receptivity to diversion. His friends were nearly as important as his writing, and a long, liquidy lunch was both pleasurable and intellectually stimulating. Webb's own discussions with his subject were as often about deep philosophical questions as about the business of publishing.
The author demonstrates how fervently Adams sought to have HHGG transposed into film. It's almost disappointing to note that no British firm was even approached to undertake the task. Given that the BBC-TV production was such a success, even though Adams himself felt disappointed in it, filming it there might have boosted the industry in the UK. Hollywood's special effects seemed to hold sway, even though BBC-TV's production was done with "old-fashioned" transparencies. That the film was made, even to mixed reviews, is one of the deep and tragic ironies of this account. Adams was unwilling or unable to perceive the vagaries of dealing with the Hollywood moguls. He wasn't a screenwriter - his first draft proved far too lengthy - and making the transition proved endlessly difficult.
Adams' legacy is enduring, as Webb notes in his conclusion. Answer any question with "42" and you will almost certainly be granted a smile of recognition. The conversation will turn to favourite scenes or characters. Hitchhiker's [and the placement of the inverted comma remains a subject of discussion] was a phenomenon. Such things don't easily fade away. Webb is to be congratulated for helping perpetrate the marvel of Adams, even if the image is a bit smudged. The author makes a sincere effort to trace the origins of his subject's thinking, but much of that remains anonymous. That Richard Dawkins was a strong influence is now a given, but other sources likely lie in Adams own reading regimen. It wasn't Dawkins who put Adams on to astrophysics, one assumes. Little shortcomings of this sort don't detract from the immense value of this work. Webb's skills as an author, and one with such affinity for his subject more than overcome whatever might be lacking. It's a tribute to Adams, his circle of friends and to all us readers alike. [stephen a. haines - Ottawa, Canada]
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