Depeschen mit dem Leitwort Carl Hiaasen

New Yorker Crime Fiction Issue

Kriminalliterarische Diskussion in der interessanten Variante: Adam Gopniks Artikel »In the Back Cabana: The Rise and Rise of Florida Crime Fiction«, eine kurze Geschichte der Kriminalliteratur in Florida, ausgerichtet auf den Autor Carl Hiaasen, der im Juni im »New Yorker« erschienen ist (nur hinter der Bezahlwand zu lesen), reizt Kollegen zum Widerspruch.

Emily Greenhouse hat sich mit dem Beitrag von Gopnik auseinandergesetzt, Gopnik selbst hat mit Oline Cogdill im Radio darüber diskutiert und nun schrieb J. David Gonzalez eine ausführliche Kritik zur Geschichte für die Los Angeles Review of Books. So wird etwa die Nichtbeachtung von Charles Willeford in Gopniks Essay kritisiert.

Elegant formuliert, durchdacht, leicht im Ton, ernsthaft und fundiert im Thema, immer auch mit einem Augenzwinkern über die eigene Person – bei Gopnik ist es der gestrandete Reisende am Flughafen, bei Gonzales das Eingeständnis, Willeford-Fan zu sein – so geht spannende Auseinandersetzung über unser Lieblingsgenre.

Und bei uns? Wir haben Wörtche, Gohlis, Regionalkrimis und Nazi-Vergleiche.

Spannenden Mittwoch!

»In Bad Monkey, he has escaped from the bondage of publishing concept and reader expectation to produce a novel that is as enjoyable to read as it seems to have been for him to write. The hope must be that he and we are able to go there again.«

Mark Lawson

With its jauntily barbed tone, confidence and economy, the novel Bad Monkey shows us a writer back in love with his franchise. Mark Lawson about the new book by Carl Hiaasen – at The Guardian.

»Reckless real estate development is one of the book’s central issues, and amid all its antics, Bad Monkey manages to thoroughly blast rapacious builders who ruin beautiful places with half-cocked plans for lucrative island resorts.«

John Wilwol

Carl Hiaasen’s new comic novel Bad Monkey opens with the discovery of a human arm, John Wilwol says. His review of the book you will find at The Washington Post.

»The reason for all this screwball chaos in Bad Monkey is clear: Mr. Hiassen does not write serious novels about the human condition. He does not make it matter whose arm was severed, who committed the story’s several murders, which love affairs are real, or what will become of Yancy’s career. His books are built of balsa wood, but they are beautifully constructed all the same.«

Janet Maslin

Carl Hiaasen’s latest novel Bad Monkey features a cast of oddballs, says Janet Maslin. Her review you will find at The New York Times.

»Bad Monkey is the closest Hiaasen comes to a police procedural, but true to form, it also is a look at the ludicrous ways of Florida, such as the true bait-and-switch in which a dead sailfish is surreptitiously placed on a tourist’s line.«

Oline H. Cogdill

Carl Hiaasen’s latest spoof involves an unattached arm, a good cop and a nasty monkey. Oline H. Cogdill reviews the new novel Bad Monkey at the Miami Herald.

  • Bad Monkey by Carl Hiaasen
  • The Kill Room by Jeffery Deaver
  • The Broken Places by Ace Atkins
  • The Bat by Jo Nesbo
  • The Redeemer by Jo Nesbo

New crime fiction novels reviewed by Marylin Stasio. What she has to say about the books by Carl Hiaasen, Jeffery Deaver, Ace Atkins and Jo Nesbo you can read at The New York Times.

»[Carl] Hiaasen himself labels South Florida »Newark with palm trees«, and churns out tales of sleaze and ruin to match. Yet despite his impressive output, Hiaasen’s dark annals of the Sunshine State cannot best the facts on the ground. Twitter—that first exposer of America’s most embarrassing sinkholes—has served up an aggregated feed of the Florida Man. The account, which gathers the police blotter’s sickest and strangest, and feels no need to give commentary, gravely underscores Gopnik’s hypothesis of the South Florida wacko.«

Emily Greenhouse

Emily Greenhouse about Adam Gopnik’s definition of a new genre of crime thriller – fiction of Florida glare. This includes the books by Carl Hiaasen but also the outlandish storys coming from the Florida Man at Twitter. More about the Sunshine State’s Weirdness at The New Yorker.

»The detective himself is enough of a charismatic goof to maintain the interest – it’s just a shame that, because of the stops and starts, Bad Monkey is unable to elicit the all-consuming exhilaration that made Hiaasen’s work of 20 years ago so special.«

Robert Epstein

Even a gem needs a bit of a polish: Robert Epstein reviews Bad Monkey, the latest novel by Carl Hiaasen. His view you will find at The Independent.