Their stratagems go awry, however, as they soon become entangled with the others as well as with cops, insurance adjustors, crooked roofers, hookers, and other oddballs who get caught up in all the hijinks.Įnduring this was like being sentenced to solitary confinement to watch the entire Wagner's Ring Cycle on repeating loop, except it's populated by talentless dunderheads from a season of Sally Jessy Rafael. These two will execute their plans by resorting to deception, threats, violence, and other criminal activities-any means necessary to get what they want. The seductive Edie and deformed-jaw Snapper are yet two more unsavory characters in this unruly circus whose aim is to defraud the Midwest Casualty company for more than two hundred grand by posing as beneficiaries who have gone missing due to the storm. Within moments, and without any other apparent justification, this just-married bride has fallen for somebody entirely new, for whom she leaves her downtrodden husband thus freeing herself to seek unknown thrills. While Max is in the wild enduring torture at the hands of his morally ambiguous captor who has forced him to wear an electroshock collar, his brand-new wife takes up with the dreamy Augustine-a freewheeling, ruggedly adventuresome and independently wealthy hunk-who represents some of the traits Bonnie spontaneously decides are absent in her days-old marriage. Max is soon kidnapped by Skink, a misanthropic missing ex-governor and erstwhile environmental vigilante who lives off the marshy backwoods of Florida's Everglades and Keys, simply because Skink despises Max for videotaping the ruination. Bonnie and Max, two New York newlyweds honeymooning in Orlando, opt to head south straight into the heart of the devastation to survey and document the damage and displacement.

This time the author scrambles a muddle of cartoonish characters whose lives intersect implausibly in the immediate aftermath of destruction and mayhem wreaked by an unnamed hurricane upon South Florida. Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky. What on earth was I thinking taking on a second installment by the same author responsible for writing Star Island? As if that calamitous wonder wasn't bad enough, this glutton for punishment nevertheless vowed to forge his way through Stormy Weather simply because it was sitting there on his desk for the taking.

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