I tend to read more 'highbrow literature' than beach books, and when I descend a tier or two, I usually find myself reading Elmore Leonard and Douglas Adams novels, which in my opinion, are a more than decent bridge between Haute Reading and Hedonistic Reading. (As an aside, I honestly can't think of any author who writes better dialogue than Leonard since Shakespeare.)
However, I have discovered a third author (Hiaasen) to match Leonard and Adams, and now have a triumvirate of authors to bring with me on future vacations. I guess my discovery is a little late in the making, but two things have prevented me from reading Hiaasen in the past. Number one was the film "Striptease." Number two was the marketing of Hiaasen's stories; someone at Knopf is convinced that Hiaasen's books should be packaged to resemble Caprisun drinks, and I have always, unfortunately, judged his books by their covers.
"Stormy Weather" was my first Hiaasen read, and I'm not sure storytelling gets any better than this. One of the knocks against Hiaasen is that his characters are a little TOO zany; that the plots are too muddled with unbelievability. However, if I wanted to experience stories that are as 'real' as life itself, I would just go down to the grocery store and study the air-conditioned ennui of shoppers picking through the produce section.
Hiaasen is a highly-intelligent humorist; indeed, as some have dubbed him, "the Twain of the crime novel." He owns Florida's culture and underbelly unlike any other author, and he makes you believe that his Florida, in fact, IS Florida: a phallic-shaped, theme-park kingdom filled with Captain Ahab-like former governors roaming the Everglades; hideously-deformed malcontents who ne'er think twice of taking human life; insipid insurance and motor homes salesmen; busty, brainy vixens; and the occasional skull-juggling gentleman of independent means.
His language is simple and easy-going, but the occasional reference to T.S. Eliot and Henry Miller lets the intelligent reader know there's a solid backbone beneath the pliant, palm tree prose.
Stormy Weather itself is entertaining, but at the same time environmentally thought-provoking. And Hiaasen's character Skink (whom he brings back in later books) is his own personal vigilante. It is sad to think that Florida, such a beautiful state at one time, has become a Plastic Flamingo. And nothing can probably be done to stop, or even stunt, its destruction by human greed. But Skink does what he can, and so does his Creator.
A great read; indeed, an imperative read for anyone interested in contemporary storytelling.