As another reviewer mentions, Tourist Season was Carl Hiaasen's first novel, published back in 1986. As such it sets the template for most of his subsequent works. There's the cast of off-beat characters, the twisting, convoluted plotting and the focus on the damage being done to Florida's environment by rapacious unchecked development.
As with many debut novels however, all these ingredients aren't distilled down into the deceptively smooth product that later Hiaasen novels would become. For example there are plenty of odd-ball characters on display but they don't all work that well. One of the strengths of some of Hiaasen's later novels is that even the bad guys, means, crazy and/or stupid as they often are, will be entertaining company. In Tourist Season I struggled to warm to Skip Wiley or any of his henchmen. Brian Keyes, the book's nominal hero, also failed to jump of the page for me and remained an insubstantial figure.
The plot too lacked the finesse of Hiassen's best work, remaining jumpy and episodic throughout. As a black farce it just about worked but there wasn't tight, screwball pacing and plotting of books such as
Basket Case or
Skinny Dip. The tone of the novel also felt inconsistent. Wiley and his cohort are painted as a genuinely unpleasant and murderous group, responsible for the nasty deaths of several entirely innocent people, yet at times the book seemed almost sympathetic to them and their cause.
Finally and most damagingly I found that what really let Tourist Season down was the scarcity of genuine laughs to be had whilst reading it. Hiaasen isn't an author of laugh out loud novels but most of his books that I have read have prompted chuckles and genuine amusement. Tourist Season however, failed to raise more than the odd smile. Unlike many of Hiaasen's later books Tourist Season lacks the warmth necessary to offset the violence and examples of human greed and folly on display.
Its also worth pointing out that, twenty-four years after it was first published, Tourist Season feels very much like a period piece. The Florida it portrays, if you have any familiarity with the place, really no longer exists. Nor does the journalistic world that features so centrally in the plot. This makes the whole book feel somewhat anachronistic and robs the satire of some of its bite.
This is probably one for Hiassen fans only. You can see in it the foundations for later, better novels but as a reading experience in its own right Tourist Season is somewhat lacking.