What do Home Depot, John Travolta, souvenir post cards, diamonds and coin collectors have in common? Serge Storms, serial killer and cherisher of Florida history! Oh yeah, Serge is at it again in this, the 11th of a series by Tim Dorsey. As ever, Dorsey has taken several groups of unrelated peopl...
Florida is a real killer, literally. if you read the novels of Carl Hiaasen, Jeff Lindsay and Tim Dorsey. The latter two specialize in serial killers. Lindsay’s Dexter covers his tracks through his everyman persona. Dorsey’s Serge couldn’t care less about covering his tracks. In Gator a Go-Go, Se...
It seemed new until I got halfway through it and then started worrying (aGAIN) that I'd read it before. Probably just that deja vu short-circuit in the brain, but I got all frustrated about it. No matter how many uniquely cruel ways Serge comes up with to kill people, and only people who would de...
This is certainly not one of my typical Christmas reads!!! I have tried to read Tim Dorsey before and couldn't get through the first couple of pages due to the nature of drug abuse of the characters. I know Mr. Dorsey is a very popular author so there must be something worth reading. This year s...
Another great one by Dorsey. This time Serge is on a secret mission to rid the world of scam artists. The Hotel Robbery Gang, as dubbed by Serge, has been knocking off undercover diamond couriers. Unfortunately for them, they roughed up the wrong guys friend. Serge's friend and fellow Floridafile...
So bad. I bought this book b/c of a site that promised "If you like Carl Hiaasen you will like Tim Dorsey". Um, no. I love Carl Hiaasen! I have read all his books and I was so hopeful that Tim Dorsey would be decent. He was not. This book was so ridiculous that I could not even continue readi...
Serge and Coleman are back and making a reality TV show. Taping in the beautiful run down state of Florida.Coleman is a weed hero and everyone let's him know that. Puff puff...The McDougall's can't seem to catch a break. They are fired due to budget cuts and decide to take a vacation to Florida. ...
Tango is another one of Dorsey's humorous (very) crime / social-satire novels featuring our favorite sociopath a serial killer (but only of obnoxious people) Serge A. Storms and his faithful stoner sidekick Coleman. In this incarnation the target of their wrath are scam artists and as they're ch...
Serge Storm is forever on some sort of crusade, this time, as employed by private detective Mahoney and assisted by his drugged-up alcoholic sidekick Coleman, he roams Florida removing perpetrators of various types of fraud against the Sunshine State’s inhabitants. Apparently, in this once again...
Mr. Dorsey can’t always be “on,” and Torpedo Juice is a hard act to follow, so the latest falls near the bottom of my Dorsey list. If this was the first Dorsey book I’d read, would I read another? Yes. It’s just that this one falls a little flat. Maybe it’s because Dorsey isn’t at home in LA ...
Best. Driving. Audio. Books. Ever.(Especially of you live in Florida.)I got introduced to Tim Dorsey's books because he did a book signing at my local small town book store in Florida. Having lived here over twenty years, I'm a sucker for the weirdness of the state I live in. [FARK TAG: Florida]...
Three cocky types with red ties and American-flag lapel pins puffed big Hondurans grown from Cuban seeds. A waitress came by with their drinks. The men tipped well, which entitled them to ask her to bed. The seafood restaurant was called Barnacle Buddy’s. The trio blew smo...
Highway 19. Out-of-state tourists in SUVs and rental cars slowed as they approached the parking-lot entrance, then continued on when they saw the barricades and police officers waving orange batons. The roadside attraction didn’t have any visitors this day, but its lot ...
“I always wanted to be a reporter. It’s true! As a small child, I’d cut up the Palm Beach Post with safety scissors and glue my own newspaper back together on construction paper. Then I learned more about the industry and started my own paper when I was five. Knocked on all the doors on my street...