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A review by lanceschaubert
Basket Case by Carl Hiaasen
4.0
A journalist under discipline for loudly calling out the owner of the newspaper at a shareholder's meeting finds himself writing beautiful, brilliant obits for years. Obsessing over death. And in writing one for a rockstar who has faded from glory, he discovers a murder.
First Hiaasen book for me: I'll he really has a knack for showing you how to both mock and love Florida Man, wherever Florida Man resides and whatever he does. Perhaps because the charming, but incredibly foolish, part of the American Dream consistently resides in Florida and his name is Carl Hiaasen. He makes court jesters of us all.
Another quick note: this book started out fine, then decent, and I really fell in love with it by the end. He really knows how to write a lovable jerk, sort of reminiscent of Fletch. In all the good ways.
Hiaasen also knows how to lambast those who killed the newspaper, the novel, basically anyone against the deep meaning of the printed word.
First Hiaasen book for me: I'll he really has a knack for showing you how to both mock and love Florida Man, wherever Florida Man resides and whatever he does. Perhaps because the charming, but incredibly foolish, part of the American Dream consistently resides in Florida and his name is Carl Hiaasen. He makes court jesters of us all.
Another quick note: this book started out fine, then decent, and I really fell in love with it by the end. He really knows how to write a lovable jerk, sort of reminiscent of Fletch. In all the good ways.
Hiaasen also knows how to lambast those who killed the newspaper, the novel, basically anyone against the deep meaning of the printed word.