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5.0 out of 5 stars
Serge is back, and he's on the 'Net!, 7 Mar 2009
"SOMEWHERE IN CYBERSPACE"
"Serge's Blog. Star date 485.328.
First off, f##k the word Blog. I hate it and all who use it. 'Lol,' 'imo,' 'Today's mood: Introspective yet spunky.' Shut up. The Internet was supposed to become the ultimate democratic forum. It did: Now everyone can be a p@rn star."
So begins the prologue of Nuclear Jellyfish by Tim Dorsey, the eleventh of his Serge A. Storms novels, and it sets the stage for the dark humor and hilarity that follows. With those first words of the prologue I felt that this was going to be a book that I would really enjoy, hoping that it would live up to the author's previous tales.
And that turned out to be the case, as it actually got better as it continued.
For those who aren't familiar with Serge A. Storms, let's just say that he's not exactly a lovable character, but one who's quite fascinating. He's a truly amoral serial killer, an obsessive-compulsive, psychopath, an anti-hero who eliminates reprobates who in his eyes show their contempt for society in general. As in previous tales, Serge is accompanied by his sidekick Coleman, an alcoholic and stoner who actually adds to the hilarity of the duo's misadventures that take place across the state of Florida.
This story begins in Jacksonville, Florida, with Serge and Coleman sitting beneath a bridge in a two-tone, orange and green 1971 AMC Javelin with split upholstery, and listening to Southern rock band Lynyrd Skynyrd. After an encounter with encounter with skinheads who beat up the homeless, Serge and Coleman attend an Internet job fair in Jacksonville, looking for a good method to get rich quickly. Serge negotiates for and takes on two new ventures: checking streets with a GPS-laptop, and evaluating hotels for a travel-discount club.
What follows might be called an amazing tour of Florida, among other things, yet the type of excursion of the Sunshine State that their Department of Tourism doesn't promote. Without revealing too much, within the pages of this book, you'll read about genetically-engineered sod, the Allman Brothers (in Daytona Beach), hotel drink coupons, serial killer Aileen Wuornos (in Port Orange), feuding stamp and coin collectors, John Travolta and his airstrip, and a nude woman in a shark cage. You'll also encounter Florida's oldest living ex-governor, Claude Kirk (still known to some as Claudius Maximus), in West Palm Beach.
There's a lot going on in this fast-paced tale, and it includes a gang of jewel thieves led by the Jellyfish, named as such because of a screwed up tattoo. On top of this, Serge's nemesis Mahoney, a detective obsessed with catching Serge, is back. Those familiar with author Dorsey's previous works will remember that when he goes off of his meds, he talks like a cop from a bad 1940s film.
Also recommended are Dorsey's first Serge novel, Florida Roadkill and its sequel, Hammerhead Ranch Motel. I for one have to go backwards and pick up on the book that preceded this one, Atomic Lobster, which was the 10th in the Serge A. Storms novels. Must honestly admit that Tim Dorsey has become a favorite author, especially in the growing Florida crime novel genre.
Read any of these and you'll gain a perspective of the "Sunshine State" that the Florida Department of Tourism doesn't promote, that's for sure. Highly recommended to those who like dark crime novels with a frequent twist of humor.
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