The cover was attractive. The misleading monicer 'Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic' was promising. Having Python troupe member Terry Jones' name on the byline piqued my interest. But this book is terrible. The Hitchhiker's Guide was founded on startling imagination, and priceless turns of phrases. Never before had a read an author who so joyously experimented with language as Adams did in his Hitchhiker series -- and I fear I may never again. Jones' weak novel might well have been imagined in one 15 minute seating: there are no memorable characters, no ingenuous planets, no hillarious creatures, no sparkling exchanges of dialogue. What little chuckles reside in this book are temporary: readers won't be recalling them throughout their life as hysterical social commentary, much like I still do with the Hitchhiker series. I will tell you the funniest part: there is a self-destruct mechanism which is accidentally set in motion, and the computer begins to count down the seconds to detonation. With no other idea of how to stop their doom, one of the drab characters (I don't even care who, anymore) goes down and talks to the computer to make it lose count. This the computer does, until it realizes it's being duped, and then it begins to count resentfully again, and again he is distracted... Not worth it, folks. Watch Life of Brian, or read Mostly Harmless. Or flog yourself with belts -- just don't read Starship Titanic.