Life recently appears to out-horrify Hollywood disaster films as devastating tornadoes roam thousands of miles of the Midwest, coastal city-destroying hurricanes displace entire communities, and forest fires drive people from the mountains, not to mention the bloodshed in foreign countries. As they all play out in full color on your living room big screen, it’s time to hit the pause button and put real life on hold. My form of escape is reading. One could retreat into the pages of Walden Pond or Shakespeare’s sonnets, but laughter is my tranquilizer of choice, and Carl Hiaasen is the best dispenser of the all-healing guffaw around today.
Nobody can dish out the hilarious karma that idiots bring down upon themselves like the king of satire, Miami Herald columnist and bestselling author Carl Hiaasen. He has the advantage of living in South Florida, which, for over a century, has attracted con artists, fast-buck operators, flim-flam men, snake oil salesmen and, worst of all, developers ever since they figured out how to drain the swamps and convince people to open their wallets for their very own piece of paradise.
"Hiaasen says in a brief foreword that BAD MONKEY is a work of fiction, but 'the odious duties of a restaurant inspector are authentically rendered.' Suffice it to say that it will be a while before I can eat comfortably in any restaurant."
And so it is that BAD MONKEY came out just in time to rescue fellow fans from our gloom and doom state. Hiaasen spins outrageous tales about bad things happening to bad people who richly deserve what’s coming to them. His tongue-in-cheek yet heartfelt crusade against the massive destruction of Florida’s coastlines, swamps and wildlife has introduced us to some pretty wild characters over the years. With so little left of Florida’s once pristine coasts to despoil, he has focused his rapier wit on Andros Island in the Bahamas.
Brief synopsis: Suspended county sheriff’s detective Andrew Yancy has been demoted, over a fight with a fellow officer, to the county health department as a food inspector. He stoically takes his medicine, retreating to his modest home in the Florida Keys along a tranquil waterway. A developer buys the wood