I’m Kim Alexander and this is Fiction Nation, smart reviews for modern readers on Sirius XM Book Radio. The book is Nuclear Jellyfish by Tim Dorsey.
Oh, Florida, where would mystery writers be without you? And what is it that makes Florida crime fiction so bizarre, so lurid, so funny? It can’t just be the heat Los Angeles is the setting for loads of mysteries and they feel more noir and serious somehow. You won’t find a villain with a weed whacker for a hand in the Valley, I don’t think.Ê It must be the combination of humidity, alcohol and generous bankruptcy laws that make Florida a little out of phase with the rest of the country. It’s my old home and I do miss it so. But my homesickness is eased by the writing of people like Dave Barry, Carl Hiaasen, NM Kelby, and of course Tim Dorsey and his most anti of heroes, Serge Storm. It would be difficult to describe Serge and his exploits to someone unfamiliar without using words like psycho, maniac, deranged do-gooder, serial-killing local Florida historian, and oddly loveable. Serge has a sense of honor, morality and decency that apparently has taken one too many kicks in the head, and so he and his sidekick Coleman take to the back roads of my home state, and take out the trash. Don’t let the plot of Nuclear Jellyfish get between you and Serge’s shall we say intense monologues, which smartly take the form of an internet travel site specializing in how not to get murdered at a series of ever more decrepit and random Florida truckstops and motels. If you’ve ever thought about piling the kids in the car and driving to Disney? Believe me, this is valuable information.Ê Along the way there are dive bars, musical legends, lots of astronaut trivia, a beautiful woman with a secret, and lots of snapshots of the Florida you’ll see if there isn’t a Mouse or a beach in the picture.