Rating: 5/5
Review:
Fantastically entertaining
I loved No Sunscreen For The Dead. It is bonkers, extremely funny
and actually rather an exciting story.
This is the 22nd Serge Storms book. If you don’t know Serge, he’s not easy to
explain. He lives in Florida and is a manic collector of trivia who
has crazes, during which he discovers scumbags behaving despicably
and dispatches them in ways which have an ingenious poetic justice
and which are wholly deplorable and extremely entertaining. This
time, Serge is manically pursuing an oral history project among
residents of a retirement village. He and his hilariously drugged-up
sidekick Coleman discover that unscrupulous salesmen are preying on
the residents...with extremely amusing and satisfying results for the
reader (who really ought to disapprove, but hell – they deserve it)
but not for the scumbags. Alongside this is a rather intriguing
espionage story which began in 1970 and which eventually impacts on
the present day joyous mayhem of Serge’s activities.
It’s just a joy.
I laughed out loud regularly, Tim Dorsey writes superbly, with
especially brilliant dialogue, he constructs and paces his story
extremely well and there’s a lot a lot of genuinely interesting and
amusing detail about all sorts of aspects of Florida. I read the
whole thing with complete delight and can recommend it very warmly.
(My thanks to
Farrago for an ARC via NetGalley.)
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