Hurricane Punch

One of the best at exposing society's absurdities, Tim Dorsey does it again with HURRICANE PUNCH. Serge A. Storms, a serious whack-job serial killer, and his supremely stoned sidekick, Coleman, are on the road again, this time chasing hurricanes in Florida. Oliver Wyman's performance offers up a rollicking good time for fans of this dynamic duo. There's a serial killer on the loose who's getting all the headlines, and Serge is outraged by comparisons to his work. Serge has scruples, after all. He only kills those who need killing, like the boor who won't turn down his car stereo or the ghoul selling bags of ice to hurricane victims. Wyman's performance provides laugh-out-loud moments, but be warned: Dorsey's offbeat humor may offend those with delicate sensibilities. S.J.H. Winner of AudioFile Earphones Award (c) AudioFile 2008, Portland, Maine

December 11, 2006
Scathing humor strips the pretense off its targets like a hurricane in
\t\t bestseller Dorsey's rapid-fire ninth thriller. Last seen in
\t\t The Big Bamboo (2006), serial killer Serge
\t\t A. Storms, who seems like all of the Marx brothers rolled into one, rumbles
\t\t across Florida in a stolen Hummer with his usually drunk or stoned friend,
\t\t Coleman. Serge follows one hurricane after another, driving in the relatively
\t\t safe eye of the storm, pointing out fascinating bits of Florida history and
\t\t only killing those who truly deserve it. That would include the guy in the car
\t\t next to you blasting his music as well as the person price-gouging hurricane
\t\t victims. The murders are accomplished in appropriately bizarre, if not graphic,
\t\t fashion. As Serge evades law enforcement and perennial nemesis Agent Mahoney,
\t\t his latest road trip allows him to skewer everything from President Bush to
\t\t fast food establishments, with particular emphasis given to the foibles of the
\t\t media (newspapers) for which Dorsey once worked. 13-city author tour.

March 26, 2007
Wyman has a daunting assignment: finding the right voice for Dorsey's larger-than-life antihero, Serge A. Storms, a likable, certifiably insane serial killer who rarely stops talking long enough to breathe. Wyman settles on just the right combination of tones for the screwball sociopath's generally amusing rants against government, the media, marriage and ignorant cops. At first, Storms seems like just another motormouth Florida crime crazy, but Dorsey makes us move past his verbal diarrhea to the oddly honorable, moral, blissfully happy man who just happens to be a raving wacko. Wyman undercuts the character's in-your-face boorish nattering with a redemptive exuberance and a winning joy of life. He also has no trouble delineating supporting characters like a dazed and reluctant newspaper reporter; a dim, dogged federal agent on Storms's trail; a pompous news executive; several neurotic psychologists; and another serial killer in the area. The result may not be a masterwork of suspense—there's never a doubt that Storms will prevail against knife, gun or twister—but you couldn't ask for a funnier guide to the Sunshine State, with or without hurricane. Simultaneous release with the Morrow hardcover (Reviews, Dec. 11).

February 15, 2007
Dorsey's ninth novel to feature irrepressible Florida serial killer Serge A. Storm offers another utterly over-the-top blend of slapstick, satire, and mayhem. After a raucous adventure in Hollywood, Storm and his dumbed-down, liquored-up sidekick Coleman return to their native state, wreaking havoc as they chase hurricanes and kill civilians up and down the coast. Alas, it seems another local loco has made up his twisted mind to vie for the distinction of Florida's "most wanted." Dorsey's cast of characters reads like a psychiatrist's dream. Among them: Agent Mahoney, an obsessive-compulsive criminal profiler traumatized by his journeys inside Storm's mind, and Jeff McSwirley, a crackerjack reporter who regularly vomits and sobs when interviewing survivors of crimes. While Dorsey delivers less-incisive satire than does his fellow-Floridian Carl Hiaasen, he does have his moments, particularly when targeting the media. The title refers to Coleman's cocktail of choice, a noxious blend of Red Bull, Everclear, exotic fruit juices, and liqueurs. Clearly an acquired taste. And, like Dorsey's novels, perhaps too potent for some.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2007, American Library Association.)