Sick Puppy
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Amazon Editorial Review:
Carl Hiaasen's characters ride and flail on little verbalhurricanes, and his literary storm shows no signs of dying down. Sick Puppyshares Dave Barry's giddy gift for finding humor in South Florida horrors, and a bit of Elmore Leonard's genius for pitch-perfect dialogue spouted smartly bycriminals who are dumb as stumps. The title of Hiaasen's eighth novel could apply to mostof its characters, but it chiefly refers to an ebullient Labradorretriever named Boodle and the millionaire eco-terrorist Twilly Spree. Let's just say thatTwilly has a singular affliction: poor anger management in the face of environmental irresponsibility. When he spots Boodle's owner, PalmerStoat, tossing litter from a car, Twilly goes to Stoat's home and removes the glass eyeballs from the animals that the bloated lobbyist had shot and mounted on his walls. Boodle gulps down the eyeballs, sustaining no small amount of digestive difficulties.Soon Boodle and Stoat's wife, Desie, are fugitives from Florida'snature despoilers (who include the Governor, a "gladhanding maggot," theamusingly slimy Stoat, the human bulldozer Krimmler, the cocaine-importer-turned-developer Clapley, and the hit man Mr. Gash,who's fond of sex with multiple beach bimbos in iguana-skin sex harnesses tothe tunes of The World's Most Blood Curdling Emergency Calls).Desie, who has a knack for calamitous romance, is smitten with Twilly, buturges him not to kill any litterbugs or pelican molesters: "Jail would not begood for this relationship." What keeps pure farce at bay in a novel thatromps with the abandon of a scent-crazed Labrador is the otherwise charming Twilly's creepy edge of implacable fanaticism. And what redeems the funny/ugly violence from clich+¬ is its colorful badguys (they're as iridescent as oil slicks), Hiaasen's excellent wit, and the music ofhis prose. To evoke a drunk asleep on the beach, he adds a pungent detail:"a gleaming stellate dollop of seagull shit decorated his forehead."Hiaasen is not unflawed. His original eco-terrorist character,ex-Florida governor Clinton "Skink" Tyree, seems like an interloper from theearlier books. But Hiaasen's the master of madcap ensembles (which is partlywhy the star-vehicle film of his fine book Strip Tease flopped).And even when you can see a chase scene's denouement coming for a beachfront mile, each paragraph packs descriptive delights to keep you going at breakneck pace.--Tim Appelo
Carl Hiaasen's characters ride and flail on little verbalhurricanes, and his literary storm shows no signs of dying down. Sick Puppyshares Dave Barry's giddy gift for finding humor in South Florida horrors, and a bit of Elmore Leonard's genius for pitch-perfect dialogue spouted smartly bycriminals who are dumb as stumps. The title of Hiaasen's eighth novel could apply to mostof its characters, but it chiefly refers to an ebullient Labradorretriever named Boodle and the millionaire eco-terrorist Twilly Spree. Let's just say thatTwilly has a singular affliction: poor anger management in the face of environmental irresponsibility. When he spots Boodle's owner, PalmerStoat, tossing litter from a car, Twilly goes to Stoat's home and removes the glass eyeballs from the animals that the bloated lobbyist had shot and mounted on his walls. Boodle gulps down the eyeballs, sustaining no small amount of digestive difficulties.Soon Boodle and Stoat's wife, Desie, are fugitives from Florida'snature despoilers (who include the Governor, a "gladhanding maggot," theamusingly slimy Stoat, the human bulldozer Krimmler, the cocaine-importer-turned-developer Clapley, and the hit man Mr. Gash,who's fond of sex with multiple beach bimbos in iguana-skin sex harnesses tothe tunes of The World's Most Blood Curdling Emergency Calls).Desie, who has a knack for calamitous romance, is smitten with Twilly, buturges him not to kill any litterbugs or pelican molesters: "Jail would not begood for this relationship." What keeps pure farce at bay in a novel thatromps with the abandon of a scent-crazed Labrador is the otherwise charming Twilly's creepy edge of implacable fanaticism. And what redeems the funny/ugly violence from clich+¬ is its colorful badguys (they're as iridescent as oil slicks), Hiaasen's excellent wit, and the music ofhis prose. To evoke a drunk asleep on the beach, he adds a pungent detail:"a gleaming stellate dollop of seagull shit decorated his forehead."Hiaasen is not unflawed. His original eco-terrorist character,ex-Florida governor Clinton "Skink" Tyree, seems like an interloper from theearlier books. But Hiaasen's the master of madcap ensembles (which is partlywhy the star-vehicle film of his fine book Strip Tease flopped).And even when you can see a chase scene's denouement coming for a beachfront mile, each paragraph packs descriptive delights to keep you going at breakneck pace.--Tim Appelo
Journal Entry 2 by krl112 at Exchange/Trade, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases on Saturday, June 13, 2009
Released 14 yrs ago (6/13/2009 UTC) at Exchange/Trade, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases
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Sending this to K9stylist as a winner of My 1st BC Anniversary/My Belated Birthday/My Wedding Anniversary RABCK. Enjoy!!
Sending this to K9stylist as a winner of My 1st BC Anniversary/My Belated Birthday/My Wedding Anniversary RABCK. Enjoy!!
This was the first Carl Hiaasen book I ever read, and it is one of his best. Thanks~won it in a RABCK
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sent to another bookcrosser
sent to another bookcrosser
This book arrived in the mail a while ago. While I read it right away I was not able to journal it till now. Thank you very much for sending it. I enjoyed it. I plan to read it one more time then I will pass it to someone else
Journal Entry 6 by randomelement at Morton Hospital in Taunton, Massachusetts USA on Sunday, April 11, 2010
Released 13 yrs ago (4/11/2010 UTC) at Morton Hospital in Taunton, Massachusetts USA
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Hello,
Thank you for taking the time to look up bookcrossing and my journal entry. It would be great if you could leave a journal entry on the book. I'd love to know what path the book takes once it leaves me, but it is not necessary. There is no obligation. If you decide to join bookcrossing that would be great but you can also leave anonymous entries as well.
Like you, I was once left sitting in an ER waiting room. I was there for 13.5 hours with nothing to read but two Cosmo Magazines from the 1990's. I'd forgotten how painful 90's fashion could be. It was true heck and I do not wish it on anyone else. So now I leave books in the ER room in the hopes that I can alleviate someone else's suffering while they wait.
Enjoy the book. It is yours to do what you want. You may keep it or release it back into the wild for someone else to find.
Happy Reading!
Kecia
Hello,
Thank you for taking the time to look up bookcrossing and my journal entry. It would be great if you could leave a journal entry on the book. I'd love to know what path the book takes once it leaves me, but it is not necessary. There is no obligation. If you decide to join bookcrossing that would be great but you can also leave anonymous entries as well.
Like you, I was once left sitting in an ER waiting room. I was there for 13.5 hours with nothing to read but two Cosmo Magazines from the 1990's. I'd forgotten how painful 90's fashion could be. It was true heck and I do not wish it on anyone else. So now I leave books in the ER room in the hopes that I can alleviate someone else's suffering while they wait.
Enjoy the book. It is yours to do what you want. You may keep it or release it back into the wild for someone else to find.
Happy Reading!
Kecia