Although mostly a collection of interviews, a speech, and some random odds and ends of Adams' writings, it was very much worth the price of admission in that one gains a far greater understanding of the character of the man and a far greater appreciation for his wit. The tidbits of Dirk Gently and Zaphod Beeblebrox were entertaining as well, short as they may be.

Mais ou menos como se pegassem seu computador e publicassem seus arquivos doc e bloco de notas depois que você morresse, já que foi tão repentino que ninguém soube lidar muito bem com aquilo. Contudo, nesse caso, você é uma das pessoas mais genuinamente engraçadas e queridinhas do mundo. O que é ótimo. Mas ainda assim não sei lidar com um trecho inicial de livro expondo um mistério do qual o final nunca saberemos. Volta, Douglas Adams!

An enjoyable but utterly pointless book.

I'm a huge Douglas Adams fan but sadly this book doesn't deserve his name. It's not that it's filth, or worthless. In fact this is has some lovely moments in the book and that's what gets it 2 stars from me.

But the issue is it's a book that shouldn't exist. This should be free on the internet, or some other format. You get a large amount of articles, a few random chapters from a book, a book that no one even knows what series it belongs to exactly, and that's about it.

The only author I felt worse about passing was Micheal Crichton, and his posthumous book was an almost finished manuscript, this unfortunately is just the building blocks.

The worst book in the world would be one you talk about with the author, read all the chapters out of order, and piecemeal, read a rough draft, read an almost final version, and read the final copy.

This is just the second step by itself, and because we all know there won't be a final book, it feels like a hollow last hurrah in my mind. I'll always miss Douglas Adams, but I'll honor him with his classics. Not what probably should have remained unpublished and unnecessary tidbits of his life.

I can't believe it's over.

Although this book isn't a finished novel, it is still brilliantly funny and unexpected. The essays on technology in the middle section of the volume don't add much, but many of the humorous sketches were delightful. The collected fragments of what might have become a new novel are amazingly entertaining for something so incomplete. Well worth reading for any Douglas Adams fan.

This makes a good case for NOT publishing everything found around the house after an otherwise-brilliant author kicks the bucket.

I went into this thinking I was getting a 300 pg Dirk Gently story... guess I should have read some reviews of it first... cuz that is noty what this book was mostly. It was interesting but just not what I was hoping for.

"La scienza ha perso un amico, la letteratura ha perso grande autore, i gorilla di montagna e i rinoceronti neri hanno perso un coraggioso difensore, Apple ha perso il suo più eloquente apologeta. E io ho perso un insostituibile compagno intellettuale e un degli uomini più buoni e spiritosi che abbia conosciuto in vita mia." Richard Dawkins
D.N.A manchi e mancherai sempre ❤️❤️

Douglas Adams has a pleasant writing style and this was a very fun little read.

Posthumously written book on Douglas Adams, excerpts from his interviews/speeches including his incomplete last book before his untimely death. Douglas Adams I thank you for Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy and miss you for the Dirk Gently series.

Readers beware: The Salmon of Doubt is not a single novel, but rather a collection of goods pulled from Adams' computer after his death--including a draft of the first few chapters of his next Dirk Gently story (also titled The Salmon of Doubt, thus the larger part of this collection's title). Also enclosed in this volume are a series of short stories, essays, travelogues, and other random snippets, some of which date back over a decade, and most of which have little to do with the next entry, except they were all written by Adams.

How, then, to review this book? How does one go about commenting on a collection of miscellanea the author never intended to exist in single-volume form? How does one offer criticism on a draft of an unfinished novel? Indeed, how does one offer any insight into a bricolage of material that, pessimistically, smacks of the publishing industry's frantic attempts to make one last posthumous dollar off of a popular writer?

I answer through a personal narrative. Any review ever published is, of course, subjective. This one is more so than even most. There's your grain of salt.

My wife bought me this book for my birthday, and I took it with me when I flew home (alone; my wife wasn't able to accompany me) the next week to visit my parents. I read the entire book in one day as I shuffled between airplanes and ticket counters, fast-food stands and uncomfortable plastic seats. Much of what appeared in Salmon... was completely new to me, as I'd somehow never read Adams' shorter works--only his novels. But in short, I was both entranced and maddened: the former at the brilliant intelligence and humor that marble-streaked its way through the pages; the latter at the frustratingly incomplete Dirk Gently novel (imagine if Sir Arthur Conan Doyle had only written the first half of "The Hound of the Baskervilles" before suddenly perishing, or if Shakespeare had never completed "Romeo and Juliet"). I saw in Salmon... sides of Adams both familiar to me, as in his intelligent satire, and unfamiliar, as in the extemporaneous and atheistic speech he delivered at Cambridge, sections of which forced me to close the cover temporarily while I pondered my own thoughts about the nature of God. Most importantly, through all of these scattered scribblings I saw the inner workings of a man who truly, admirably loved life. And as I turned the last page and stared helplessly at the blank sheet before me, and realized that I had just read the last "book" Adams would ever "publish," I was overcome with a sadness so deep and painful that I've never yet been able to even pull Salmon... off of the shelf again, much less read it.

Douglas Adams never knew I existed: we never met, exchanged correspondence, or even caught a glimpse of one another in a crowded airport. Yet I consider this man one of my dearest mentors, a man whose writing has shaped the last fifteen years of my life in areas too varied and extensive to number. How then to review a book like this? Simply put, I can't. I'm too close. Even now, five years after the only time I managed to read Salmon..., and six years after Adams' death, I'm too close.

Why, then, do I give this book five stars?

How could I not?

This book was billed as Dirk Gently 3, but that is not the case.

There are a handful of chapters of wha would have been the third book, however the great man passed away before completion.

If I wanted to read a book of DNA's interviews or writings I probably would have given this a higher score.

Not really a book but an entertaining collection of ramblings by someone who’s ramblings are well.. quite entertaining
-Stephen Fry probably said this