Hammerhead Ranch Motel
By Tom Dorsey
It’s summer. It’s beach time. It’s time to laugh at murder and other forms of mayhem with Tom Dorsey’s collection of lunatics.
You have to love Serge Storms, Dorsey’s schizoid serial killer, a man who possesses an ocean of knowledge about Florida history and disgorges it at the oddest times, who murders the deserving artfully, and who tenaciously pursues what he wants, in this case five million dollars of missing drug money.
Dorsey loads Hammerhead Ranch Motel with, well, a motel’s worth of weirdly wonderful and always ridiculous characters, from grouchy old men, to Hemingway impersonators, to killer old ladies, to bobble-headed news people, to a performing dog, to hot babes, to frustrated virgins, to boiler room scammers, to reluctant private eyes, to murderous drug dealers, and to lazy civil dis-servants.
Frequent digressions from the plot, so many you sometimes forget what the plot is, are the name of the game, along with gut-wrenching, spasm-inducing, breath-paralyzing laughter. Really, at various points the book will fall from your hands. So, do not read on public transit, or anywhere you might embarrass yourself.
Great fun. And if you enjoy it, Dorsey has a series full of Serge Storms nuttiness waiting for you. w/c