If someone were to inform me that Seminole peyote buds existed and then insinuate that Carl Hiassen indulged in a few too many when concocting the crazy plot of NATURE GIRL, well, I would have no hesitation in believing it wholeheartedly! Let's just take a moment to consider this.
Could anything other than a zany, off-the-wall black comedy assemble such a diverse cast of wild and wonderful characters? There's Honey Santana, a manic-depressive longing to find basic decency in the world but constantly distracted by the music in her head. Sammy Tigertail, a half-breed Seminole Indian, is certain that the white world will accuse him of murder if they discover the body of an obnoxious, fat tourist who died of a heart attack on his airboat. There's also a demented fish-monger who, on a good day, reeks worse than his product on a sweltering Florida day without refrigeration. Eugenie Fonda, an over-sexed six-foot Amazon, is famous for writing a book about the man who killed his wife to be with her. A private investigator proudly saves his raunchiest video material as mementos of his professional achievements. Boyd Shreave, a wimpy telemarketer with a silky voice but an irritating presence, and an exceptionally bright and endearing young university co-ed who plays the California girl and dreams of being a television weather personality.
Struggling to envision the story that would unite this motley crew? Well, I won't ruin your enjoyment by attempting a synopsis. Suffice it to say that there is indeed a story, a real plot, non-stop laughs that rival the best of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series or Bill Bryson's hilarious travelogues, and some very human, heart-warming moments that will add a smile of pleasure and gratification to the one you already have from all the chuckles. Definitely recommended.
Paul Weiss