Fool me twice, shame on me. What on earth was I thinking taking on a second installment by the same author responsible for writing Star Island? As if that calamitous wonder wasn't bad enough, this glutton for punishment nevertheless vowed to forge his way through Stormy Weather simply because it was sitting there on his desk for the taking. Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky.
This time the author scrambles a muddle of cartoonish characters whose lives intersect implausibly in the immediate aftermath of destruction and mayhem wreaked by an unnamed hurricane upon South Florida. Bonnie and Max, two New York newlyweds honeymooning in Orlando, opt to head south straight into the heart of the devastation to survey and document the damage and displacement. Max is soon kidnapped by Skink, a misanthropic missing ex-governor and erstwhile environmental vigilante who lives off the marshy backwoods of Florida's Everglades and Keys, simply because Skink despises Max for videotaping the ruination.
While Max is in the wild enduring torture at the hands of his morally ambiguous captor who has forced him to wear an electroshock collar, his brand-new wife takes up with the dreamy Augustine--a freewheeling, ruggedly adventuresome and independently wealthy hunk--who represents some of the traits Bonnie spontaneously decides are absent in her days-old marriage. Within moments, and without any other apparent justification, this just-married bride has fallen for somebody entirely new, for whom she leaves her downtrodden husband thus freeing herself to seek unknown thrills. Come again?
The seductive Edie and deformed-jaw Snapper are yet two more unsavory characters in this unruly circus whose aim is to defraud the Midwest Casualty company for more than two hundred grand by posing as beneficiaries who have gone missing due to the storm. These two will execute their plans by resorting to deception, threats, violence, and other criminal activities--any means necessary to get what they want. Their stratagems go awry, however, as they soon become entangled with the others as well as with cops, insurance adjustors, crooked roofers, hookers, and other oddballs who get caught up in all the hijinks.
Enduring this was like being sentenced to solitary confinement to watch the entire Wagner's Ring Cycle on repeating loop, except it's populated by talentless dunderheads from a season of Sally Jessy Rafael. I counted down the pages, one by one, unto the inglorious end. It's filled with an array of crimes committed with an utter lack of regard for human life or decency. The author inexplicably idealizes his Skink character although he is neither heroic nor sympathetic, and seems to relish Skink's untethered individualism that disrespects any civil code or law of man in favor of his own set of ideals. The merry-go-round of lust and greed along with an unending string of profanity and gratuitous depredation characterizes, well, just about everyone in this book's world. If the author's intention is to prevent tourism and growth from descending upon his beloved South Florida, putting out this kind of propaganda should go a long way towards making that happen. It makes for a tedious read and absolute waste of time. This book is awful!
What's beyond comprehension is the advertising soundbites featured on the cover by reputable outlets the likes of The Wall Street Journal and Time Magazine, which blazon "Hilarious!" "Raucous Good Fun!" and "Positioning the Author to Become This Country's Premier Satirist!"
What? Let me repeat that . . . What?!
There is absolutely NOTHING funny about this book. The closest it comes to producing so much as a chuckle is the occasional description here or there that hints at wry observation, such as when Max's Madison Avenue firm takes on advertising for an eccentric-Mormon-family-owned business seeking to revive its root beer brand that had peaked in market share back in 1962. The irony is the disdain this author willingly seethes about the supposedly shallow and cynical advertising industry in light of the misleading marketing ads featured so prominently on his own book's cover with the unmistakable intention of shilling endless copies to unwitting masses of buyers. I will not repeat my mistakes by reading anything more by this author.
Note to self: Checking something out from the library imposes absolutely no obligation for you to spend any more time completing it. Amazingly, if returned promptly, the library WILL take it back. And here's the catch . . . the library won't even charge you to take rubbish like this off your hands!