Native Tongue is an enjoyable read, but perhaps not the best of the Carl Hiaasen books I have read.
The underlying theme is familiar: a slightly unwitting protagonist becomes involved in trying to prevent the destruction of more of Florida’s natural land and wildlife by a selection of sleazy developers, charlatans, corrupt politicians, violent enforcers and so on. This time the main threat is from a sort of seedy, dishonest sub-Disneyland theme park and the plot plays out rather as you’d expect, but with some very amusing moments – not least from a gun-totin’ older woman for whom the word “feisty” is wholly inadequate.
Hiaasen’s books are always good value. This may not be one of the wittiest or most engrossing, but it’s very enjoyable and I can recommend it.
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