Friends and readers know that I have long been a fan of author Carl Hiaasen. He is a newspaperman in Florida, and has become a full-time novelist, writing over a dozen comic crime novels that take place in the State of Florida. Beneath the crazy crimes and criminals that he describes, and the comic elements involved with them, Hiaasen has also described the ecological devastation in his home state as a result of over-development and climate change. He delivers a message in each of his stories that needs to be noted.
His latest newly released novel is "Squeeze Me." The story revolves around Angie Armstrong, a "critter control" specialist in Palm Beach and West Palm Beach, Florida. It seems that a non-native Burmese python, has found its way onto the grounds of a swanky estate where a swanky charity ball is being held. Angie is called in to see that the snake is removed. But what is that huge lump in the middle of the snake's body, and is it somehow connected to the disappearance of an elderly, wealthy, and petite dowager, Kiki Pew, who was in attendance at the event?
(The invasion of Burmese pythons, non-native to North America, into the Florida Everglades is a real phenomenon. Hiaasen explains how this has happened, and the devastation this is causing native Florida species. The creatures are reproducing at a rate that has far exceeded the abilities of wildlife experts in trying to eliminate them from the region.)
The crime, if it really was a crime, is described in typical Hiaasen fashion, and if you are a fan like me, you will love it. Lots of laugh out loud moments. What the book really is though is Hiaasen's take on West Palm's most famous resident, the Current Occupant of the White House. In "Squeeze Me", the President and First Lady are never mentioned by name, only by the code names given to them by the Secret Service, Mastodon and Mockingbird.
A passage from pages 53-54:
The President's Secret Service code name was "Mastodon." He loved it.
"Perfect!" he'd boomed when he was told. "Fearless, smart, and tough."
And enormous, she'd (the First Lady) said to herself. Don't forget f**king enormous.
On his second day in the White House, the President had ordered his chief of staff to arrange a trip to the National Zoo for a close-up look at a real mastodon. The chief of staff wasn't brave enough to tell the President the truth, so he cooked up a story that the Zoo's beloved mastodon herd was on loan to a wildlife park in Christchurch, New Zealand. The President scowled, muttered something about "those snotty Kiwis," and soon gotten sidetracked by another daft notion.
It goes on from there, and it's quite the portrait of the President. In fact, it may tell a better story about the guy and his Presidency than many of the weighty historical tomes that are sure to be written in the years to come. I don't think I need say that if you are a fan and supporter of the COOTWH, you should probably skip reading this one.
"Squeeze Me" has all the elements of a Carl Hiaasen novel, including an appearance by Skink, a character who has not made an appearance in one of these books for awhile now. If you've read the previous novels, you know the guy I am talking about.
Four Stars from The Grandstander.
Hiaasen dedicates this novel "In memory of my brother Rob." Rob Hiaasen was a journalist for The Capital Times, the newspaper serving Annapolis, MD. In 2018, Rob Hiaasen and four other Times journalists were shot and killed when a shooter invaded the offices of the paper and opened fire. The gunman is in custody and awaits trial, two years after the fact.
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