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| Last Chance to See | |
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The front cover of the first US hardcover edition. |
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| Author(s) | Douglas Adams and Mark Carwardine |
| Publisher | Pan Books |
| Publication date | 1990 |
| ISBN | 978-0-345-37198-0 |
| OCLC Number | 26948233 |
In 1990, an accompanying book was published in the UK, describing the various adventures that duo had encountered on journeys, often with a comic tone. The book covers most of the radio episodes, but excludes the Juan Fernández Fur Seal and the Amazonian Manatee, allegedly due to Adams' notorious writing delays. It includes some colour photographs taken by Carwardine.
The first American hardcover edition was published by Harmony Books in 1991 (under ISBN 0-517-58215-5) and the first German paperback edition was published in 1992 by Heyne (under ISBN 3-453-06115-2). These editions carry slightly different photographs of the journeys. An abridged audiobook, read by Adams, was also published.
Later editions of the book deleted two lines from the chapter on Komodo dragons: in the original edition, Adams asks Australian venomous reptile expert Dr Struan Sutherland, whether there are any venomous creatures that he likes, and the expert replies, "There was, but she left me." These lines are deleted in later editions, for reasons unknown.
In the posthumous biography and essay collection, The Salmon of Doubt, Adams describes Last Chance to See as his favorite work.
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