Life, the Universe and Everything

With this book, the author's inspiration ran out. In its pages, his characters continue to have mind-boggling adventures all over the galaxy, but somehow they've ceased to be memorable or funny.

It's not so bad a book that I can't finish it. It's not actively unpleasant, and it's more entertaining than watching paint dry. However, having finished it, I wonder why I bothered.

It reminds me of the aimless adventures of Rincewind, the least entertaining of Terry Pratchett's principal characters. Arthur Dent differs from Rincewind in some ways, but he has much the same function of escaping from each pointless adventure only to land in another.