Review by Booklist Review
There have been signs recently that Hiaasen has taken his unique brand of apocalyptic surrealism about as far as it could go--Sick Puppy (2000), though often hilarious, seemed a little too much like shtick--and, sure enough, this novel finds the author moving in a slightly different, less crazed direction. The story, about a onetime investigative reporter reduced to writing obituaries, reads much more like mainstream crime fiction than the blend of slapstick nightmare and moral outrage we have come to expect from Hiaasen. But it's a rip-roaringly entertaining tale, as the obit man, Jack Tagger, catches the scent of a real news story in the death notice for Jimmy Stoma, lead singer of the once-notorious Jimmy and the Slut Puppies. He follows the trail to a not-so-grieving wife and what looks to be a plot to steal Jimmy's comeback CD. When other members of the band die in suspicious circumstances ("Somebody's killing off the Slut Puppies!"), Tagger sees his chance to get back to the front page. Along the way, there's a surprisingly sweet romance with Tagger's editor and plenty of musing on the sorry state of contemporary journalism. Readers who love Hiaasen only for the slapstick elements of his work may see this novel as a bit old-fashioned, but others will appreciate the Nick-and-Nora banter and the spot-on glimpse of life in today's newsroom. Don't worry, though, there are still a few classic Hiaasen flourishes, like the dead lizard in Tagger's freezer and the running gag about how old various celebrities were when they died. Give Hiaasen credit for knowing that sometimes the best way to reinvent yourself is to retreat from the edge. --Bill Ott
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Hiassen gets back to his roots with this (almost) straight-ahead mystery, but doesn't skimp on the funny stuff as he follows the adventures of Jack Tagger, down-on-his-luck journalist relegated to the obit beat at a smalltown Florida daily. While researching a death notice, Jack stumbles by accident upon an actual news story: former rocker Jimmy Stoma has drowned while diving in the Bahamas, and his widow, wannabe star Cleo Rio, can't convince Jack that his death was accidental. The mystery offers Jack a way out of his job-related death fixation ("It's an occupational hazard for obituary writers memorizing the ages at which famous people have expired, and compulsively employing such trivia to track the arc of one's own life") and toward his increasingly lusty feelings for Emma, his 27-year-old editor (" `Bring whipped cream,' I tell her, `and an English saddle' "). But when things turn violent and Jack suddenly has to defend himself with a giant frozen lizard, he enlists the help of his sportswriter friend Juan Rodriguez and teenage club scene veteran Carla Candilla to try to find out why someone is killing off has-been sleaze rockers. A hilarious sendup of exotic Floridian fauna in the newspaper business, the novel offers all the same treats Hiassen's fans have come to crave. What makes this book different is its first-person, present-tense narrative style. Unlike previous capers, which were narrated in the omniscient third person, this book settles squarely in the mystery genre from whence Hiaasen's fame (Double Whammy; Tourist Season, etc.) initially sprang. Despite the absence of perennial Hiaasen favorite Skink, this should make an easy job for Knopf's sales force even easier. (Jan. 9) Forecast: A 22-city author tour, a drive-time radio tour and national print and television advertising are all in the works for Basket Case. With first serial going to Rolling Stone and a 300,000-copy first printing, this looks like another bestselling sure bet for the Florida funnyman. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Review by Library Journal Review
More creepy-funny stuff from Hiaasen: a failed investigative reporter now writing obituaries senses something odd about the accidental death of rock star Jimmy Stoma and follows up on his suspicions. With a 22-city author tour and a 300,000-copy first printing. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
South Florida's master farceur takes enough off his trademark loony tunes (Sick Puppy, 2000, etc.) to fit some, though not all, the laughs into a whodunit. The corpse is the late James Bradley Stomarti, a.k.a. Jimmy Stoma, the long-ago rocker whose fame, years after he fronted the Slut Puppies, is so great that Courtney Love and the Van Halen brothers turn out for his funeral. So does Jack Tagger, banished from the Union-Register investigative team to the obituary desk after he told off the paper's greedy new owner in front of the shareholders. Jack has succeeded in getting enough material from Jimmy's widow, one-hit singer Cleo Rio, to file the very first obit on the one-time star. Unfortunately, much of the material seems to be untrue, or at least suggestively incomplete. Jimmy wasn't producing the new album Cleo's been plugging at every opportunity, insists his sister, Janet Thrush, but working on his own comeback record. And there are some peculiar discrepancies about Jimmy's scuba-diving death in the Bahamas. Before Jack can get Janet to request a full autopsy on Jimmy, though, Cleo's had his body cremated. Still curious, Jack digs up Jimmy's diving partner, fellow Slut Puppy alum Jay Burns; hours later, as if on cue, Burns is dead. Is somebody trying to wipe out the whole band? Reluctantly aided by his gung-ho editor, comely Emma Cole, Jack presses on, and is soon attacked for his trouble by a thug he fends off with the frozen corpse of Colonel Tom, his late pet lizard-one of the many funny trimmings here that don't have very much to do with the story. The giggles throughout, in fact, are authentic, but this time the crazies only nibble at the edges of the dutiful detective story instead of disporting themselves smack into the middle of things, as they've done in Hiaasen's more inspired crime comedies. First printing of 300,000
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