Andrew Yancy—late of the Miami Police and soon-to-be-late of
the Monroe County sheriff’s office—has a human arm in his
freezer. There’s a logical (Hiaasenian) explanation for
that, but not for how and why it parted from its shadowy
owner. Yancy thinks the boating-accident/shark-luncheon
explanation is full of holes, and if he can prove murder,
the sheriff might rescue him from his grisly Health
Inspector gig (it’s not called the roach patrol for
nothing). But first—this being Hiaasen country—Yancy must
negotiate an obstacle course of wildly unpredictable events
with a crew of even more wildly unpredictable characters,
including his just-ex lover, a hot-blooded fugitive from
Kansas; the twitchy widow of the frozen arm; two
avariciously optimistic real-estate speculators; the
Bahamian voodoo witch known as the Dragon Queen, whose
suitors are blinded unto death by her peculiar charms;
Yancy’s new true love, a kinky coroner; and the eponymous
bad monkey, who with hilarious aplomb earns his place among
Carl Hiaasen’s greatest characters.
Here is Hiaasen doing what he does better than anyone else:
spinning a tale at once fiercely pointed and wickedly funny
in which the greedy, the corrupt, and the degraders of
what’s left of pristine Florida—now, of the Bahamas as
well—get their comeuppance in mordantly ingenious,
diabolically entertaining fashion.