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Indlæser... The Big Bamboo (2006)af Tim Dorsey
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. This book had its shining moments, and the underlying story, or backstory, was actually pretty great, but I didn't believe that it was presented all that well. Serge too was good, not great, and Coleman was more annoying than usual. The backstory turns out to be fairly simple, and I loved that. But to get there the story was all over the place. As I mentioned above, I don't think the narrative did it justice, nor, ultimately, the amazing cast of characters. It took forever, until the very end, to see how it was all tied together; if this was a whodunit then maybe that would have worked, but in this case just made the story over-the-top wacky. I liked that Serge went to California and took his arcane movie history to Hollywood. I thought all of that was well presented, and taking a jab at the esoteric lifestyle surrounding the film industry was also very good. In any case, we still get some vintage Dorsey through the eyes of Serge like... ************ A '71 Buick Riviera was stuck in a sea of traffic on U.S. 192. A hundred cars moving a few blocks a time, traffic light to traffic light, all red. The light turned green. A minute later, the Riviera began moving slowly. The same light turned red again. Serge smacked the steering wheel. "I can't tell you how crazy this kind of traffic makes me. Why are all these people going this way?" Coleman drained a beer and crumpled the can. "We're going this way, too." "But they're making lifestyle mistakes. We're driving for truth." [And.] The Chrysler made a pair of lefts. The black Grand Marquis remained a half-dozen lengths back. Serge raced up an entrance ramp to the freeway. He slammed to a stop. Coleman grabbed the dash. "What happened?" Serge pointed up beside the car. "Ramps in California have traffic lights." ************ It has been so long since I had to navigate through hell that I had totally forgotten that some people actually accept living in places that put traffic lights on the interstate entrance. Lifestyle mistakes to the Nth degree. And I always thought the same as Serge watching people parked on the I405, I have always wondered why the people that go north in the morning didn't find jobs in the south, and vise verse. Nope that would make too much effing sense.... Like Carl Hiaasen, Tim Dorsey has created some of the quirkiest, most absurd and funniest characters in book history. Like Hiaasen, Dorsey's writing is hilarious. Unlike Hiaasen, however, I think this one story is plenty enough for me. The book was like someone with ADHD on speed. It moved like lightning and never slowed down. Ever. Serge Storms is exhausting and I do not need to go any further. Honestly, the only reason I finished this book is that George K. Wilson is such an epic narrator. His flawless narration was awesome. I wonder if he reads any Hiaasen. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
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Serge A. Storms returns! The world's most lovable serial killer is back, bringing together an Oscar-worthy cast of Sunshine State nut jobs with his insatiable passion for All Things Florida. During this latest cavalcade of nonstop felonies-from Tampa to Fort Lauderdale to Orlando-Serge finds time to resurrect his obsession with movies, particularly those showcasing his beloved home state. And he wants answers! Why aren't more films shot here? How come the ones that are stink so bad? And what's up with filming "Florida" scenes in California? Then there's the cryptic message from his grandfather, Sergio, telling him to go to Los Angeles to uncover a mysterious secret from the distant past. It's too much of a coincidence. It's fate. Naturally, Serge, accompanied by his substance-sustained sidekick, Coleman, must immediately hop a transcontinental flight to straighten out Hollywood once and for all. But, of course, being Serge, his mission is sidetracked by perpetual detours to irresistible celluloid landmarks . . . and intrigue. Meanwhile, in Burbank, production of what may become the most expensive flop in Tinseltown history is interrupted by the brazen abduction of the female lead. Meanwhile, a couple of Midwestern dreamers head west for their shot at fame-and find it at the center of a celebrity murder investigation. And even more meanwhile, infamous studio heads Ian and Mel Glick continue to produce juggernaut high-grossing dreck, casting-couch perversion, and cocaine hijinks. But there's more. Much more. How is the Japanese mafia involved? The Alabama mafia? Is the castrating cult throwing a membership party? Will Coleman survive his binge at the Belushi hotel? Who can defuse the nuclear bomb? It all comes crashing together in a breathtaking climactic sequence that prompts an enthusiastic Serge to proclaim: "Two thumbs way, way up!" So come on in and grab a seat. The show's about to start. . . . No library descriptions found. |
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This time around the story is set mainly in LA and Hollywood where a massively overbudget film is getting no closer to being finished and the studio owners and their Japanese investors are increasingly frustrated with the director.
Then the lead actress gets kidnapped, and an innocent young screenwriter is accused of the crime, but he didn't do it.
The rest gets even crazier than the usual Serge and Coleman adventures. The twists keep twisting and keeping track of who is conning who is nearly impossible but also hilarious.
Very dark humor and remember that Serge is technically not a serial killer. He just keeps coming across people who need killing. ( )