In Bad Monkey, he adds Bahamas to the mix, using complicated crime as its connector to Florida. In novel after ferocious - and very funny - novel, he has lamented in the most vivid of ways the greed and corruption that have overdeveloped the state to the point of, and possibly beyond, catastrophe. Hiaasen, a columnist with The Miami Herald, has built his prolific career in fiction out of the environmental wreckage that is Florida. That “laughed like a mandrill on PCP” is worth the price of the novel, particularly for anyone trying to figure out how to say a whole lot in the sparest possible way. Yancy once bought her a margarita at the InterContinental, and for two solid weeks he’d slept with the lights on.” This, for instance, is virtually his sole reference to a woman who has only glancing relevance to the plot of Bad Monkey: “Her features were a riot of futile surgeries, and she laughed like a mandrill on PCP. Here’s why people should read Carl Hiaasen’s novels: for the crimes, sure, which are deliciously, furiously over the top, but moreover for the delights of his free-range descriptions of landscape, humans, and their related events. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receipt.
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