La Floride, c'est un peu le paradis des dingues, des tordus et des trafiquants (si j'en cois ce reportage désopilant) ( )

When I picked this book up I thought it sounded like a cross between Randy Wayne White and Carl Hiaasen. I didn't find any RWW, but it started out a bit Hiaasen-like. However, it quickly found its own groove with an offbeat, hysterical writing style. There were tons of weird and wacky things going on, the story jumped around left and right and to and fro, and I frequently caught myself laughing out loud.

Initially I thought the pacing was good because it was just so damn funny, but after a while I couldn’t really see where the story was going since it was all over the place. Ultimately it was all headed to the Hammerhead Ranch Motel, but it still wasn’t really going anywhere plotwise. About halfway through the book I was getting tired of the zany for the sake of zaniness and wacky for the sake of wackiness, I was starting to wish the story would end already because it seemed to simply drag along with no real purpose. It had a purpose, but there were so many moving parts that I didn't really care by the time I was reaching the end of the book.

Anyway, still worth reading and I will be looking for more Tim Dorsey for whenever I am in the frame of mind to read this kind of book. Plus, I came to appreciate Serge and his endless litany of all things Florida. ( )

Hilarious! Loved the tongue in cheek commentary and jokes. ( )

My favorite Serge Storms (so far). There are parts that still tickle my funny bone when I think of them. ( )

My blog post about this book is at this link. ( )