University of Northern Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Chapters Reflection Paper Read and write a reflection over The Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy, cha

University of Northern Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Chapters Reflection Paper Read and write a reflection over The Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy, chapters 1 – 13. Your reflection should include a brief summary, your particular analysis of the text, and a discussion of a relevant scholarly article regarding the text. However, your scholarly text should be a chapter from the book “Don’t Panic” by Neil Gaiman. You can use any section of that book that you want that you feel is relevant. Reflection should be a minimum of 750 words.Due: after 24 hours Don’t Panic
Douglas Adams & The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Neil Gaiman
Additional material by David K. Dickson, MJ Simpson, and Guy Adams
CONTENTS
Foreword
Introduction
0 The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Europe
1 DNA
2 Cambridge and Other Recurrent Phenomena
3 The Wilderness Years
4 Gherkin-Swallowing, Walking Backwards and All That
5 When You Hitch Upon a Star
6 Radio, Radio
7 A Slightly Unreliable Producer
8 Have TARDIS, Will Travel
9 H2G2
10 All the Galaxy’s a Stage
11 “Childish, Pointless, Codswalloping Drivel …”
12 Level 42
13 Of Mice, and Men, and Tired TV Producers
14 The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
15 Invasion USA
16 Life, the Universe and Everything
17 Making Movies
18 Liff, and Other Places
19 SLATFAT Fish
20 Do You Know Where Your Towel Is?
21 Games with Computers
22 Letters to Douglas Adams
23 Dirk Gently and Time for Tea
24 Saving the World at No Extra Charge
25 Douglas and Other Animals
26 Anything That Happens, Happens
27 Guides to the Guide
28 The Movies That Don’t Move
29 The Dot.com That Cannot Possibly Go Wrong
30 A Sort of Après-Vie
31 A Hell of a Thing to Climb in a Rhino Costume
32 Shada Redux
33 So, That Would Seem to Have Been That as Far as the Radio Was Concerned
34 Postcards from Daveland
35 Starman
36 The Interconnectedness of All Things
37 Hitchhiking Towards the Future
Appendix I: Hitchhiker’s—the Original Synopsis
Appendix II: The Variant Texts of Hitchhiker’s: What Happens Where and Why
Appendix III: Who’s Who in the Galaxy: Some Comments by Douglas Adams
Appendix IV: The Definitive ‘How to Leave the Planet’
Appendix V: Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen: An Excerpt from the Film Treatment by Douglas
Adams
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Because she’s threatened me with consequences too dreadful to consider if I don’t dedicate a book to
her …
And because she’s taken to starting every transatlantic conversation with “Have you dedicated a book
to me yet?” …
I would like to dedicate this book to intelligent life forms everywhere.
And to my sister, Claire.
FOREWORD
Seventeen years ago a young writer was asked to write a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
companion. Douglas Adams had agreed some years before that Titan could publish such a book, but
the original writer, Richard Hollis, hadn’t written it for reasons I’m still not clear on to this day, and
someone at Titan had asked Kim Newman if he wanted to write it. He didn’t—but, he pointed out, he
knew someone who had already interviewed Douglas several times.
So Nick Landau, of Titan Books, called me, and asked if I was interested. I wanted to write this
book more than anything. I said yes.
Douglas Adams opened his address book to me. I talked to his colleagues, and went through his
filing cabinets. I read dozens of scripts and photocopied all of Douglas’s press clippings. I played the
Hitchhiker’s computer game to the end, and battled with primitive word processing programs trying
to find one that would let me do footnotes. My favourite bits were interviewing Douglas, though, and
the way he’d manage to be funny, and serious, and faintly baffled, all at the same time.
You will find many of the great Hitchhiker’s anecdotes in this book (although several of them, such
as the tale of the thousands of people blocking the streets for the first Forbidden Planet book signing,
had not yet evolved in early 1987 when the greater part of the book was written).
Don’t Panic has been updated and expanded twice.* David K. Dickson wrote chapters 24-26 in
1993, and in 2002 MJ Simpson wrote chapters 27-30, and overhauled the entire text.
When Douglas died I found myself being interviewed, in newspapers and on the radio, Douglas’s
favourite medium, being asked to explain who he was and what he did, and why his absence was a
tragedy. Perhaps, it occurs to me now, at the end of the day, one of the most magical things about
Douglas’s writing, as with that of his literary hero P. G. Wodehouse, was that you knew the person
writing was on your side, that he was not laughing at you, but that you were in on the joke.
Back in 1987 Douglas was bemused by the existence of this book, and doubly bemused by its
success. What he would make of a world in which we have not only this but MJ Simpson’s notactually-authorised-but-by-no-means-unauthorised Douglas Adams biography, Hitchhiker, and Nick
Webb’s forthcoming actually-officially-authorised biography Wish You Were Here, I hesitate to think.
I wish he were still around. I’d send him an e-mail and ask him. And he’d write back something
serious and funny and faintly baffled, all at the same time.
Neil Gaiman
July 8, 2003
Late
* Now, in fact, for a third time, with Guy Adams slightly revising chapter 30, writing chapters 31-37 and updating appendix ii.
INTRODUCTION
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is the most remarkable, certainly the most successful book
ever to come out of the great publishing companies of Ursa Minor. It is about the size of a paperback
book, but looks more like a large pocket calculator, having upon its face over a hundred flat pressbuttons and a screen about four inches square, upon which any one of over six million pages can be
summoned almost instantly. It comes in a durable plastic cover, upon which the words
DON’T PANIC
are printed in large, friendly letters.
There are no known copies of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy on this planet at this time.
This is not its story.
It is, however, the story of a book also called, at a very high level of improbability, The
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy; of the radio series that started it all; the six-book trilogy it
comprises; the computer games, towel, and television series that it, in its turn, has spawned.
To tell the story of the book—and the radio series, and the towel—it is best to tell the story of
some of the minds behind it. Foremost among these is an ape-descended human from the planet Earth,
although at the time our story starts he no more knows his destiny (which will include international
travel, computers, an almost infinite number of lunches, and becoming mindbogglingly rich) than an
olive knows how to mix a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.
His name is Douglas Adams, he is six foot five inches tall, and he is about to have an idea.
0
THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO EUROPE
The idea in question bubbled into Douglas Adams’s mind quite spontaneously, in a field in Innsbruck.
He later denied any personal memory of it having happened. But it’s the story he told, and, if there can
be such a thing, it’s the beginning. If you have to take a flag reading THE STORY STARTS HERE and
stick it into the story, then there is no other place to put it.
It was 1971, and the eighteen year-old Douglas Adams was hitch-hiking his way across Europe
with a copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Europe that he had stolen (he hadn’t bothered ‘borrowing’
a copy of Europe on $5 a Day; he didn’t have that kind of money).
He was drunk. He was poverty-stricken. He was too poor to afford a room at a youth hostel (the
entire story is told at length in his introduction to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: A Trilogy in
Four Parts in England, and The Hitchhiker’s Trilogy in the US) and he wound up, at the end of a
harrowing day, flat on his back in a field in Innsbruck, staring up at the stars. “Somebody,” he thought,
“somebody really ought to write a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”
He forgot about the idea shortly thereafter.
Five years later, while he was struggling to think of a legitimate reason for an alien to visit Earth,
the phrase returned to him. The rest is history, and will be told in this book.
The field in Innsbruck has since been transformed into an unremarkable section of autobahn.
“When you’re a student or whatever, and you can’t afford a car, or a plane
fare, or even a train fare, all you can do is hope that someone will stop and
pick you up.
“At the moment we can’t afford to go to other planets. We don’t have the
ships to take us there. There may be other people out there (I don’t have any
opinions about Life Out There, I just don’t know) but it’s nice to think that one
could, even here and now, be whisked away just by hitchhiking.”
— Douglas Adams, 1984.
1
DNA
Deoxyribonucleic acid, commonly known as DNA, is the fundamental genetic building block for all
living creatures. The structure of DNA was discovered and unravelled, along with its significance, in
Cambridge, England, in 1952, and announced to the world in March 1953.
This was not the first DNA to appear in Cambridge, however. A year earlier, on 11th March 1952,
Douglas Noel Adams was born in a former Victorian workhouse in Cambridge. His mother was a
nurse, his father a postgraduate theology student who was training for holy orders, but gave it up when
his friends managed to persuade him it was a terrible idea.
His parents moved from Cambridge when he was six months old, and divorced when he was five.
At that time, Douglas was considered a little strange, possibly even retarded. He had only just
learned to talk and, “I was the only kid who anybody I knew has ever seen actually walk into a
lamppost with his eyes wide open. Everybody assumed that there must be something going on inside,
because there sure as hell didn’t seem to be anything going on on the outside!”
Douglas was a solitary child; he had few close friends, and one sister, Susan, three years younger
than he was.
In September 1959 he started at Brentwood School in Essex, where he stayed until 1970. He said
of the school, “We tended to produce a lot of media trendies. Me, Griff Rhys Jones, Noel Edmunds,
Simon Bell (who wrote the novelisation for Griff and Mel Smith’s famous non-award-winning movie,
Morons from Outer Space; he’s not a megastar yet, but he gives great parties). A lot of the people
who designed the Amstrad Computer were at Brentwood, as well. But we had a very major lack of
archbishops, prime ministers and generals.”
He was not particularly happy at school, most of his memories having to do with “basically trying
to get off games”. Although he was quite good at cricket and swimming he was terrible at football and
“diabolically bad at rugby—the first time I ever played it, I broke my own nose on my knee. It’s quite
a trick, especially standing up.
“They could never work out at school whether I was terribly clever or terribly stupid. I always had
to understand everything fully before I was prepared to say anything.”
He was a tall and gawky child, self-conscious of his height: “My last year at prep school we had to
wear short trousers, and I was so absurdly lanky, and looked so ridiculous, that my mother applied for
special permission for me to wear long trousers. And they said no, pointing out I was just about to go
into the main school. I went to the main school and was allowed to wear long trousers, at which point
we discovered they didn’t have any long enough for me. So for the first term I still had to go to school
in short trousers.”
His ambitions at that time had more to do with the sciences than the arts: “At the age when most
kids wanted to be firemen, I wanted to be a nuclear physicist. I never made it because my arithmetic
was too bad—I was good at maths conceptually, but lousy at arithmetic, so I didn’t specialise in the
sciences. If I had known what they were, I would have liked to be a software engineer… but they
didn’t have them then.”
His hobbies revolved around making model aeroplanes (“I had a big display on top of a chest of
drawers at home. There was a large old mirror that stood behind them, and one day the mirror fell
forward and crushed the lot of them. I never made a model plane after that, I was upset, distraught for
days. It was this mindless blow that fate had dealt me…”), playing the guitar, and reading.
“I didn’t read as much as, looking back, I wish I had done. And not the right things, either. (When I
have children I’ll do as much to encourage them to read as possible. You know, like hit them if they
don’t.) I read Biggles, and Captain W. E. Johns’s famous science fiction series—I particularly
remember a book called Quest for the Perfect Planet, a major influence, that was. There was an
author called Eric Leyland, who nobody else ever seems to have heard of. He had a hero called
David Flame, who was the James Bond of the ten-year-olds. But when I should have been packing in
the old Dickens, I was reading Eric Leyland instead. But there you go—you can’t tell kids, can you?”
Douglas was also an avid reader of Eagle, at that time Britain’s top children’s comic, and home of
Dan Dare. Dan Dare, drawn by artist Frank Hampson, was a science fiction strip detailing the battle
between jut-jawed space pilot Dare, his comic sidekick Digby, and the evil green Mekon. It was in
Eagle that Douglas first saw print. He had two letters published there at the age of eleven, and was
paid the (then) enormous sum of ten shillings each for them. The short story shows a certain
precocious talent (see here).
Of Alice in Wonderland, often cited as an influence, he said, “I read or rather, had read to me
—Alice in Wonderland as a child and I hated it. It really frightened me. Some months ago, I tried to
go back to it and read a few pages, and I thought, ‘This is jolly good stuff, but still…’ If it wasn’t for
that slightly nightmarish quality that I remember as a kid I’d’ve enjoyed it, but I couldn’t shake that
feeling. So although people like to suggest that Carroll was a big influence—using the number 42 and
all that—he really was not.”
The first time that Douglas ever thought seriously about writing was at the age of ten: “There was a
master at school called Halford. Every Thursday after break we had an hour’s class called
composition. We had to write a story. And I was the only person who ever got ten out of ten for a
story. I’ve never forgotten that. And the odd thing is, I was talking to someone who was a kid in the
same class, and apparently they were all grumbling about how Mr Halford never gave out decent
marks for stories. And he told them, ‘I did once. The only person I ever gave ten out of ten to was
Douglas Adams.’ He remembers as well.
“I was pleased by that. Whenever I’m stuck on a writer’s block (which is most of the time) and I
just sit there, and I can’t think of anything, I think, ‘Ah! But I once did get ten out of ten!’ In a way it
gives me more of a boost than having sold a million copies of this or a million of that. I think, ‘I got
ten out of ten once…’”
His writing career was not always that successful.
“I don’t know when the first thoughts of writing came, but it was actually quite early on. Rather
silly thoughts, really, as there was nothing to suggest that I could actually do it. All of my life I’ve
been attracted by the idea of being a writer, but like all writers I don’t so much like writing as having
written. I came across some old school literary magazines a couple of years ago, and I went through
them to go back and find the stuff I was writing then. But I couldn’t find anything I’d written, which
puzzled me until I remembered that each time I meant to try to write something, I’d miss the deadline
by two weeks.”
He appeared in school plays, and discovered a love of performing (“I was a slightly strange actor.
There tended to be things I could do well and other things I couldn’t begin to do… I couldn’t do
dwarves for example; I had a lot of trouble with dwarf parts.”). Then, while watching The Frost
Report one evening, his ambitions of a life well-spent as a nuclear physicist, eminent surgeon, or
professor of English began to evaporate. Douglas’s attention was caught by six foot five inch future
Python John Cleese, performing in sketches that were mostly self-written. “I can do that!” thought
Douglas, “I’m as tall as he is!”*
In order to become a writer-performer, he had to write. This caused problems: “I used to spend a
lot of time in front of a typewriter wondering what to write, tearing up pieces of paper and never
actually writing anything.” This not-writing quality was to become a hallmark of Douglas’s later
work.
But the die had been cast. Adams abandoned all his daydreams, even those of being a rock star (he
was, in fact, a creditable guitarist), and set out to be a writer-performer.
He left school in December 1970, and, on the strength of an essay on the revival of religious poetry
(which brought together on one sheet of foolscap Christopher Smart, Gerard Manley Hopkins and
John Lennon), he won an exhibition to study English at Cambridge.
And it was important to Douglas that it was Cambridge.
Not just because his father had been to Cambridge, or simply because he had been born there. He
wanted to go to Cambridge because it was from a Cambridge University society that the writers and
performers of such shows as Beyond the Fringe, That Was the Week That Was, I’m Sorry I’ll Read
That Again and, of course, many of the Monty Python’s Flying Circus team had come.
Douglas Adams wanted to join Footlights.
* Although at first glance this theory may seem flippant, a brief examination shows that the field of British comedy is littered with
incredibly tall people. John Cleese, Peter Cook, Ray Galton, Alan Simpson and Adams himself are all six foot five inches, Frank Muir is
six foot six inches, as is Dennis Norden. Douglas often mentioned that the late Graham Chapman, at only six foot three inches was thus
four per cent less funny than the rest.
2
CAMBRIDGE AND OTHER RECURRENT PHENOMENA
Before going up to Cambridge, Douglas Adams had begun the series of jobs that would serve him on
book jackets ever after. He had decided to hitchhike to Istanbul, and in order to make the money to
travel he worked first as a chicken-shed cleaner, then as a porter in the X-ray department of Yeovil
General Hospital (while at school he had worked as a porter in a mental hospital).
The hitchhike itself was not spectacularly successful: although he reached Istanbul, he contracted
food poisoning there, and was forced to return to England by train. He slept in the corridors, felt
extremely sorry for himself, and was hospitalised on his return to England. Perhaps it was a
combination of his illness with the hospital work he had been doing, but on his arrival home he began
to feel guilty for not going on to study medicine.
“I come from a somewhat medical family. My mother was a nurse, my stepfather was a vet, and my
father’s father (whom I never actually met), was a very eminent ear, nose and throat specialist in
Glasgow. I kept working in hospitals as well. And I had the feeling that, if there is Anyone Up There,
He kept tapping me on the shoulder and saying, ‘Oy! Oy! Get your stethoscope out! This is what you
should be doing!’ But I never did.”
Douglas rejected medicine, in part because he wanted to be a writer-performer (although at least
four top British writer-performers have been doctors—Jonathan Miller, Graham Chapman, Graeme
Garden and Rob Buckman), and in part because it would have meant going off for another two years
to get a new set of A-levels. Douglas went on to study English literature at St John’s College,
Cambridge.
Academically, Douglas’s career was covered in less than glory, although he was always proud of
the work he did on Christopher Smart, the eighteenth-century poet: “For years Smart stayed at
Cambridge as the most drunken and lecherous student they’d ever had. He used to do drag revues,
drank in the same pub that I did. He went from Cambridge to Grub Street, where he was the most
debauched journalist they had ever had, when suddenly he underwent an extreme religious conversion
and did things like falling on his knees in the middle of th…
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