"If you could use some wild escapism right now, Hiaasen is your guy."
--Janet Maslin, The New York Times
From the author of Skinny Dip and Razor Girl, a hilarious, New
York Times best-selling novel of social and political intrigues, set
against the glittering backdrop of Florida's gold coast.
It's the height of the Palm Beach charity ball season: for every disease
or cause, there's a reason for the local luminaries to eat (minimally),
drink (maximally), and be seen. But when a prominent high-society
dowager suddenly vanishes during a swank gala, and is later found dead
in a concrete grave, panic and chaos erupt. Kiki Pew was notable not
just for her wealth and her jewels--she was an ardent fan of the Winter
White House resident just down the road, and a founding member of the
POTUSSIES, a group of women dedicated to supporting their President.
Never one to miss an opportunity to play to his base, the President
immediately declares that Kiki was the victim of rampaging immigrant
hordes. This, it turns out, is far from the truth.
The truth might just lie in the middle of the highway, where a bizarre
discovery brings the First Lady's motorcade to a grinding halt (followed
by some grinding between the First Lady and a love-struck Secret Service
agent). Enter Angie Armstrong, wildlife wrangler extraordinaire, who
arrives at her own conclusions after she is summoned to the posh island
to deal with a mysterious and impolite influx of huge, hungry pythons .
. .
Carl Hiaasen can brighten even the darkest of days and Squeeze Me is
pure, unadulterated Hiaasen. Irreverent, ingenious, and highly
entertaining, Squeeze Me perfectly captures the absurdity of our
times.
