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Dave Barry follows his acclaimed debut novel, Big Trouble, with a book that leads readers into a crazy complexity of money laundering, drug dealing, murder, sex, violence, hijacking, and undercover work-not to mention barbs aimed at overbearing mothers, corrupt officials, inept authorities and, of course, the American crime novel itself.
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Overview

Dave Barry follows his acclaimed debut novel, Big Trouble, with a book that leads readers into a crazy complexity of money laundering, drug dealing, murder, sex, violence, hijacking, and undercover work-not to mention barbs aimed at overbearing mothers, corrupt officials, inept authorities and, of course, the American crime novel itself.
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The Extravaganza of the Seas is an ugly ship fully worthy of its name. As a refuge for offshore gamblers, the rickety craft attracts senior citizens, grifters, hard-luck waitresses, erstwhile high-rollers, and a strange melange of shadowy hired help. Then one day, the Extravaganza steams into a fierce hurricane that shakes everyone so vigorously that everything seems to change. A tasty Dave Barry concoction.
Steve Wilson
What happens when a cast of colorful South Florida losers gets in the path of rival criminals fighting over a pile of drugs on a casino boat? Dave Barry gets another movie deal, that's what. Like Big Trouble, the humorist's first work of fiction, it won't take much to bring this book to the screen. Between the wacky characters and clever plot twists, most elements of the book are so cinematic you can even picture what the trailer will look like. Save one: the verbal wit of a veteran humorist. A Nissan Sentra is afflicted with "some kind of car leprosy," while the gambling boat reeks of "stale smoke and beer-breath curses." And certain lines are classic Barry: "The first bullet made a small hole in his back and exited, much less neatly." More than mere movie fodder, Barry's crime capers are a socially acceptable way to enjoy a funny man without risking the embarrassment of getting caught reading something like Dave Barry's Complete Guide to Guys.
From The Critics
What happens when a cast of colorful South Florida losers gets in the path of rival criminals fighting over a pile of drugs on a casino boat? Dave Barry gets another movie deal, that's what. Like Big Trouble , the humorist's first work of fiction, it won't take much to bring this book to the screen. Between the wacky characters and clever plot twists, most elements of the book are so cinematic you can even picture what the trailer will look like. Save one: the verbal wit of a veteran humorist. A Nissan Sentra is afflicted with "some kind of car leprosy," while the gambling boat reeks of "stale smoke and beer-breath curses." And certain lines are classic Barry: "The first bullet made a small hole in his back and exited, much less neatly." More than mere movie fodder, Barry's crime capers are a socially acceptable way to enjoy a funny man without risking the embarrassment of getting caught reading something like Dave Barry's Complete Guide to Guys . Author—Steve Wilson
Publishers Weekly
Humorist Barry (Big Trouble) brings together a motley group of South Florida eccentrics on an ill-fated casino boat voyage in his second full-length comic mystery novel. A tropical storm is bearing down on the Florida coast, but the Extravaganza of the Seas, a luxury gambling ship, sets sail on its nightly excursion in spite of the weather. Aboard are Fay Benton, an attractive cocktail waitress trying to make ends meet for her kid; a collection of pot-smoking would-be rockers (at least one of whom lives with his mother) who make up the ship's band, Johnny and the Contusions; a pair of wise-cracking octogenarians who've escaped an extended-care facility; and some Mafia-connected gangsters who use the ship's nightly voyages to smuggle drugs onto the mainland. Bobby Kemp, the ship's titular owner, insists that the Extravaganza go out in the storm because he's chosen this night to hijack the drug deal. In the background, a local television station plays a role straight from Keystone Kops as its reporters frantically cover the approaching storm with consistently fatal results. Barry once again showcases his gently satiric style, with barbs aimed at overbearing mothers, corrupt officials, inept authorities and, of course, the American crime novel itself, which he sends up with absurd plotting, astronomical body count and plenty of gratuitous nudity and (PG-rated) sex. Belying self-deprecating disclaimers about his talent for fiction, Barry demonstrates that he can draw some captivating characters and keep a reader's attention in spite of-or perhaps because of-slapstick antics and a fascination with scatology. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Barry's (Big Trouble) latest novel is a farce centered on a Miami-based casino cruise ship, whose underworld owners order the captain to sea despite a tropical storm descending on South Florida. However, the voyage is not for the benefit of the oddball collection of gamblers, bartenders, barmaids, and the ship's band; the trip is an appointment with a double-crossing sea captain for a drug-related transaction. Barry presents a fascinating cast of strange characters, including the pot-smoking band and two gamblers who escaped from a Miami senior citizens center. Narrator Dick Hill's wonderful reading adds to the pleasure. Just plain fun; recommended for all audio collections.-Stephen L. Hupp, West Virginia Univ. Parkersburg Lib. Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The master of American poop ’n’ doody–based satire returns to the Miami Crime-a-rama scene of his debut novel (Big Trouble, 1999).

The problem with fiction is that it’s really, really hard to make up stuff as stupid as the real-life lunacy Barry routinely exposes in his humor columns. But he gives it a good try. The main targets are crumb-ball floating gambling casinos and local TV news. The Extravaganza of the Seas, a highly profitable commercial venture owned by entrepreneur Bobby Kemp, steams daily into international waters to accommodate the deep-seated need of low-income Americans to get rid of the little money they have as quickly as possible. Skippered by a reformed cocaine junky, the Extravaganza features: a free buffet that nobody touches because it’s always the same "food"; hard-luck waitresses; an evil croupier who reports to the local crime boss rather than the hapless owner; and a never-made-it rock band with orders not to distract the gamblers. And the ship has a second mission. Every now and then it heaves to on the open seas to off-load lots of cash and on-load lots of drugs, a task assigned by crime boss Lou Tarant and deeply resented by Bobby Kemp, who doesn’t make a cent on the sideline. Tarant’s relentless greed sends the ship and its load of nitwits, crooks, musicians, and slot-machine–obsessed Cuban grandmas into the teeth of hurricane Hector for an especially large pharmaceutical transaction complicated by a double-crossing coke shipper, his gang of hard-puking seasick cutthroats, a giant latex conch, a couple of wisecracking escapees from a senior center, and the deep longing of the band’s lead guitar for Fay, the pretty, long-legged, single mum waitress who ismore than she appears to be. Louder than the increasing winds are the hysterical TV weather-ravings of NewsPlex Nine.

Low humor that will appeal to all those guys who keep America moving slightly off-course and to the women who love them.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780641562334
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/30/2002
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 6.62 (w) x 9.08 (h) x 1.34 (d)

Meet the Author

Dave Barry
Dave Barry has been awarded the Pulitzer Prize for commentary. His columns for the Miami Herald were syndicated worldwide, and he is the author of a number of bestselling books, including the recently published Peter and the Starcatchers with Ridley Pearson. He lives in Miami, where he drives very nervously.

Biography

In the introduction to Dave Barry Is Not Taking This Sitting Down, the author addresses the desirability of his job as a humor writer and syndicated columnist. "It looks so easy!" he wrote. "...Every year, hundreds of thousands of people try their hand at this demanding profession. After a few months, almost all of them have given up and gone back to the ninth grade."

Yes, Barry is juvenile at times -- but he has achieved the kind of success that can only come from combining a juvenile mind with intelligence, timing, and a keen eye for the absurd. Favorite Barry targets include government inanity, dogs, guys, the Internet, and other oddities of life. He also specializes in weird news and urban myths involving UFO hunters, Pop-Tart science, and toilets. Many of these essays feature the line that has become his catchphrase, "I am not making this up." (Unless, of course, he is introducing something serious and daunting such as a book about the federal government, in which case he reassures that he has made everything up.)

Usually, though, he's not making it up. What he's doing is making it very funny. Whether the target is Congress or commercials, Barry refuses to take anything seriously, least of all himself – but he manages to convey some pretty indicting truths in the process. He's a master of irony and visual punchlines, sometimes interrupting himself with lists, snippets of dialogue, or other on-topic digressions. On the subject of turning 50 and dealing with waning eyesight (a "good thing" about aging, because "you can't read anything"), Barry describes finding restaurant menus suddenly printed "in letters the height of bacteria." He continues: "For some reason, everybody else seemed to be able to read the menus. Not wishing to draw attention to myself, I started ordering my food by simply pointing to a likely looking blur.

ME (pointing to a blur): I'll have this.
WAITER: You'll have "We Do Not Accept Personal Checks"?
ME: Make that medium rare."

Barry has had the most successful and prolific publishing career of any working newspaper columnist, and his humor never seems to go out of style. In 1999, he decided to try his hand at fiction. The result was Big Trouble, a comic thriller à la Carl Hiassen (though filled more with gags than guns) that Entertainment Weekly proclaimed "... not only very funny, [but] sure-footed, even-handed, levelheaded, and other leading book review adjectives." In 2004, he and Ridley Pearson collaborated on Peter and the Starcatchers, a clever prequel to Peter Pan that spawned two additional novels and a series of spin-off children's chapter books.

Along with several other published authors, Barry is a member of the musical group Rock Bottom Remainders. In assessing the band's talents, he has been quoted as saying: "They are not musically skilled, but they are extremely loud."

Good To Know

The Rock Bottom Remainders was originally organized by a publicist to perform at the 1992 American Booksellers Association convention. The members -- which include (or have included) Barry, Stephen King, Amy Tan, Ridley Pearson, Barbara Kingsolver, Mitch Albom, and Matt Groening -- even took their show on the road at one point, turning it into the now out-of-print Mid-Life Confidential: The Rock Bottom Remainders Tour America with Three Chords and an Attitude.

Some things never change: Barry was elected class clown by his Pleasantville High School class in 1965.

Barry got his start in journalism at the Daily Local News in West Chester, Pennsylvania, then worked as a business writing consultant before joining the Miami Herald in 1983.

Attempts to convert Barry's humor to the screen have been less than memorable. The early '90s CBS sitcom based on two of his books and starring Harry Anderson, Dave's World, was short-lived; the spring 2002 release Big Trouble, starring Tim Allen, didn't fare well at the box office. Barry did, however, get a cameo in the latter.

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    1. Hometown:
      Miami, Florida
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 3, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Armonk, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Haverford College, 1969
    2. Website:

First Chapter

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The captain punched in a number and held the phone to his ear. He looked out over Biscayne Bay, which was choppy, toward the sky over the Atlantic, which was dark.

"What," said a voice in the phone.

"It's me," said the captain.

"Yeah?"

"Have you looked out the window?" said the captain.

"What about it?"

"It's getting worse," said the captain. "It's a tropical storm now. Tropical Storm Hector. They're forecasting..."

"I don't give a rat's ass what they're forecasting. I don't care if it's Hurricane Shaquille O'Neal, you understand? I told you that last night."

"I know," said the captain, "but I'm just wondering if we could do this another..."

"No. It's set up for tonight. We do it on the night it's set up for, like always."

The captain took a deep breath. "The thing is," he said, "these winds, it's gonna be rough out there. Somebody could fall, a customer could get hurt."

"That's why we got insurance. Plus, weather like this, probably won't be no customers."

"That's where you're wrong," said the captain. "If we go out, we got customers. These people, they're crazy. They don't care about weather, they don't care about anything. They just want to get out there."

"Then we're giving them what they want."

"I don't like it," said the captain. "I mean, it's my ship; I'm responsible."

"Number one, it ain't your boat. Number two, you wanna keep working, you do what I tell you."

The captain gripped the phone, but said nothing.

"Besides," said the voice, "that's a big boat."

And the captain thought: So was the Titanic.

Wally Hartley awoke to the sound of his mother's knock, followed by the sound of his mother's voice through the bedroom door.

"Wally," she said, "it's your mother."

She always told him this, as if somehow, during the night, he might have forgotten.

"Hi Mom," he said, trying not to sound tired and annoyed, both of which he was. He looked at the clock radio. It was 8:15 A.M. Wally had gone to bed at 5 A.M.

The door opened. Wally squinted his eyes against the light, saw his mom in the doorway. She was dressed and had fixed her hair, as if she had somewhere to go, which she never did, unless you counted the supermarket. She'd gotten up, as always, at 5:30.

"Did you want some waffles?" she asked.

"No thanks, Mom," he said, as he had every morning since he had, in shame and desperation, at age 29-29, for God's sake-moved back in with his mother. Wally did not eat breakfast, but he had given up on trying to explain this to his mother. She'd gotten it into her head that she would make waffles for her son. She was not one to give up easily.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure, Mom," he said. "Thanks."

Wally waited for her to tell him that she had made some fresh.

"I made some fresh," she said.

"Mom, thanks, but really, no."

Now it was time for her to tell him that she hated to see them go to waste.

"I hate to see them go to waste," she said.

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Wally, because it would do no good to yell, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WASTE THE DAMN WAFFLES, THEN DON'T MAKE THE DAMN WAFFLES.

"OK," she said. "I'll save them for later, in case." And she would. She would wrap them in aluminum foil and put them in the refrigerator. Later today, when she was cleaning the kitchen for the fourth time, she would take them out of the refrigerator, throw them away, fold the aluminum foil (she had pieces of aluminum foil dating back to the first Bush administration), and save it in a drawer, for tomorrow's waffles.

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Wally, again.

She sniffed the air in his room. Wally hated that, his mom sniffing his room, his b.o.

"It smells musty in here," she said. Everything always smelled musty to his mother; everything looked dirty. Show her Michelangelo's David, and she'd want to get after it with some Spic and Span.

"It's fine, Mom," he said.

"I'm gonna vacuum in here," she said. She vacuumed his room every day. Some days she vacuumed it twice. She also did his laundry and straightened up his belongings. She folded his underwear. Wally had to keep his pot in his car, or she'd find it.

"Mom, you don't need to clean my room," he said.

"It has a musty smell," she said. "I'm gonna vacuum."

Wally lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, hoping his mom would close the door, let him drift back to sleep. But no, she'd been up for more than two hours, and she'd had two cups of coffee, and there was nobody else for her to talk to, and Regis did not come on for another hour. It was time for the weather report.

"Bob Soper said there's a storm coming," she said. Bob Soper was a Miami TV weatherman, her favorite. She'd seen him at the Publix supermarket on Miami Beach once, at the deli counter, and she'd said hello, and-as she always said when recounting this historic event-he couldn't have been nicer. This was one of the highlights of her life since her husband, Wally's father, had died.

"Tropical Storm Hector," she said. "Bob Soper said it could be fifty-five-mile-an-hour winds. Very rough seas, he said."

"Huh," said Wally, keeping his eyes closed.

"So the boat won't go out, right?" she said. "You won't go out in that?"

"I dunno, Mom," Wally said. "Probably not. I have to call. But not now. I'm gonna sleep some more now, OK? I got in kind of late." He turned his body away from the light, from his mother's silhouette.

"Fifty-five miles an hour," she said. "They won't go out in that."

Wally said nothing.

"I saw him at Publix that time," she said. "Bob Soper."

Wally said nothing.

"He was at the deli, waiting just like everybody else," she said. "He couldn't have been nicer."

Wally said nothing.

"He got the honey-baked ham, a half pound," she said. "Boar's Head."

Wally said nothing. Ten seconds passed; he could feel her standing there.

"I just thought you might want some waffles," she said.

Another ten seconds.

"I'm definitely gonna vacuum in here," she said, and closed the door.

Wally, now totally awake, rolled onto his back, stared at the ceiling, and thought, as he did pretty much every waking minute that he spent in his mother's house, I have got to get out of here. He willed his brain to think about how he was going to get out of there, and his brain, having been through this many times, responded with: despair.

Wally was broke. His only assets, other than his clothes, were his guitar, an Ernie Ball Music Man Axis worth maybe $800 if he sold it, which he never would; and his car, a 1986 Nissan Sentra that ran but was probably not salable, as its body was riddled with some kind of car leprosy. As a professional musician, Wally was currently making $50 a day, playing with the band on the ship, but that was only on days that the ship went out, and that money was usually gone within hours for the necessities of Wally's life: food, gas, a cell phone, and pot.

Wally was more than $5,000 in debt to three credit-card companies; he did not know the exact amount, because he threw the statements away without opening them. Wally had gotten the credit cards a few months earlier when he'd gotten his first-ever real day job, a short-lived attempt to leave the gig-to-gig life of the bar musician. He'd gotten the job through his fiancŽe, Amanda, who had grown tired of paying most of the rent on the apartment they shared. Amanda had also grown tired of the band lifestyle.

"No offense," she'd said one night, "but I don't want to spend the rest of my life sitting at the bar getting hit on by creeps and listening to you play 'Brown Eyed Girl.'"

"I thought you liked 'Brown Eyed Girl,'" Wally said.

"I did," she said, "the first three million times."

"You think we need some new songs?" he said.

"I think you need a new job," she said. Lately this had become the theme of many of their conversations.

"You're almost thirty years old," Amanda said. "How're we supposed to get married on what you make? How're we supposed to raise a family if you're out all night all the time? Do you even want to get married?"

"Of course I want to get married," said Wally, who was not one million percent sure, but also was not stupid enough to express any reservations now. "But the band, I mean, those guys are my best friends. We've been through a lot."

"You've been through a lot of pot, is what you've been through," she said. This had also become a theme. She used to happily partake in the doobie-passing back when they started dating, when she liked the idea that her guy was a musician, an artist. But she didn't smoke weed anymore, didn't even drink beer. When she came to gigs, which she did less and less often, she drank Perrier and looked bored.

"What do you want me to do?" Wally asked her. He really meant it. She was changing, and he wasn't, and he didn't want to lose her, and it scared him that he didn't know what she wanted any more.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "Of course I love you." I do love her. That's the truth. I love her, and I don't want to lose her.

"Then talk to Tom about the job," she said.

"OK," said Wally. "I'll talk to Tom."

Tom was Tom Recker, Amanda's new boss, who was starting a new company and was hiring. He'd hired Amanda away from her job as a secretary in a law firm to be his administrative assistant. As far as Wally could tell, administrative assistant was the same thing as secretary, but with more syllables.

Recker was 26 and had an MBA from Wharton, which he would let you know if you gave him an opening. He lifted weights and Rollerbladed and-although he did not tell people this-believed he looked like Keanu Reeves. His company was called Recker International; he was financing the startup (Amanda confided this to Wally) with $3 million he got from his father.

Wally's job interview consisted mostly of a lengthy explanation by Recker of what a great concept Recker International was. It had to do with investments, but Wally really didn't understand it because every other sentence Recker said had "paradigm" in it. Later on, Wally looked "paradigm" up in the dictionary, but that had not helped.

The actual interview part of the interview had been brief.

"So," Recker said. "Mandy tells me you play the guitar."

"Yeah," said Wally, thinking, Mandy?

"She says you're in a band," said Recker.

"Yeah," said Wally.

"What kind of music do you play?" asked Recker.

"Mostly covers," said Wally, "but we try to..."

Recker interrupted. "I used to fool around with the guitar," he said.

"Huh," said Wally. Sometimes it seemed like everybody he met used to fool around with the guitar.

"Tell you the truth, I wasn't bad," said Recker, making an air-guitar move that told Wally, in an instant, that Recker had been bad. "I wish I'd kept up with it, but I'm trying to run a business here. Not much time for fun, I'm afraid. Somebody's got to be the grownup."

Right, with Daddy's money, thought Wally.

"You have any business experience, Wally?" asked Recker.

"Well," said Wally, "I handle the bookings for the band."

Recker laughed out loud at that-a hearty, Wharton-man laugh.

"That's not exactly the kind of experience I'm looking for," he said, still chuckling at the thought-bookings for the band! "but I'm going to take a chance on you." He leaned forward and pressed his fingertips together, a 26-year-old Rollerblader talking to Wally like he was Wally's dad. "Mandy tells me you're a fast learner and a self-starter. Is that true, Wally? Would you call yourself a self-starter?"

"Yes, Tom, I would," said Wally, who, as Amanda well knew, rarely started anything, including breakfast, before 1 P.M.

"Welcome to the Recker International team," said Recker, reaching across his new desk to give Wally a manly handshake.

"Thanks," said Wally.

"Hey," said Recker, still shaking Wally's hand, gripping it a little too hard, "maybe you can bring your guitar and entertain us at the Christmas party, ha ha."

"Ha ha," said Wally. Asshole.

And so Wally quit his band and joined Recker International, where his job title was assistant systems technician. What this meant was that he unpacked desktop computers and then helped the systems technician try, with sporadic success, to hook these up into a network. As far as Wally could tell, it didn't really matter whether the computers worked or not, because the other members of the Recker International team seemed to have no clear idea what they were doing. There was much wandering from cubicle to cubicle, long meetings about designing the web site, and a lot of talk about stock options. He never saw anybody do anything that seemed like actual work.

Except for Amanda. She was working all the time, many nights late, sometimes really late. He asked her what was going on, and she said a lot of things, and he asked her what kind of things, and she said complicated business financial stuff that she was too tired to talk about. He said he thought Recker was taking advantage of her, and she got mad and said she wanted to be part of this, this was important, this was going to be big, and Wally should be grateful to be part of a company run by somebody like Tommy, because he had vision.

And Wally thought, Tommy?

One night, out of loneliness, Wally went to a bar where his ex-bandmates were playing. Wally was pleased to note that the guitar player they'd replaced him with wasn't particularly good.

During the breaks, his old bandmates sat at his table and gave him a hard time about being a corporate sellout. He gave them a hard time about being stoner bar-band losers. Two breaks and some beers later, he told them what was going on with Amanda. They listened sympathetically-these were Wally's oldest and best friends-then assured him that Amanda's new boss was definitely porking her. Wally understood that they were just busting his balls. But when he left the bar, he drove to the Recker International offices.

He let himself in with his security card and closed the door quietly. It was dark in the lobby and in the main cubicle area. Recker's office door was closed; there was light shining through the bottom crack. Wally could hear talking in there, then silence for a while, then more talking. He decided the talking was a good sign. He thought about leaving, but instead went to a corner cubicle and sat down. He was there almost an hour, not really thinking about anything, suspended in a pure state of waiting.

Finally, Recker's office door opened. Amanda walked out, holding her purse. Recker was behind her. They were both fully dressed. Recker was holding some papers.

They'd been working.

"Thanks for tonight," Recker said. "See you tomorrow."

"OK," said Amanda.

"I'm afraid it's gonna be another long one," Recker said. "We got that stupid brokerage thing to deal with."

"I'll be here," said Amanda, and turned toward the lobby.

She was working late on financial stuff, just like she said, you jealous moron. You faithless jerk. You don't deserve her.

Wally shrunk down in the chair, praying they wouldn't notice him, off in the corner, in the dark. Amanda took a few steps.

"Hey, Mandy," said Recker.

She stopped. Wally's heart stopped.

"Come here," said Recker.

And she turned and went to him, and in a second they were locked together, mouth on mouth, and Wally knew this was not the first time. Recker reached down and pulled Amanda's skirt up over her hips, and she moaned. Wally moaned, too, but they didn't hear him, as they slid to the floor, groping each other frantically. Nor did they see Wally stand up, take a step toward them, then turn and walk out of the office, eyes burning, trying to get his mind around the fact that he had no fiancŽe, and no job, and nowhere to live.

A few hours later, he showed up at his mom's house, the house he grew up in, with all his stuff, which wasn't much, piled randomly into his Sentra. It was still dark, but his mom was up already.

"Mom," he said, "I need to stay here for a while."

His mom looked at him for a moment.

"I'll make you some waffles," she said.

—from Tricky Business by Dave Barry, Copyright ©

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2002

    A FIRST-RATE READING

    Popular funny man Dave Barry hits another homer with his second laugh provoking mystery novel, while talented voice actor Dick Hill reads this rollicking tale with punch and panache. The Extravaganza of the Seas is a floating casino that transports gamblers just far enough away from the Florida coast. Despite a tropical storm alert the owner of the ship orders it to sea; he has plans to hijack the drugs being smuggled aboard ship by some local Mafioso. What a cast of characters! There is Fay Benton, a single mom hoping to get lucky for the sake of her child; two rascals in their eighties who have fled the confines of the Beaux Arts Senior Center; a motley bunch of mobsters; and Johnny and the Contusions, the ship's orchestra (if, of course, you are tone deaf). The storms brings more than high winds to the passengers, and brings happy smiles to listeners as the fate of this madcap voyage is revealed. Dave Barry again proves himself to be a first-rate fiction writer, and Dick Hill does another star turn.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2002

    disappointing

    library copy. thank god I didnt buy it. I kept waiting for it to get better, then I kept waiting for it to end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2009

    Just OK.

    After reading the reviews, I was expecting more from this book. It was slow to get going then a rush at the end. I didn't find anything hilarious or even comical. It was just ok and I don't recommend buying it (I paid $1.00 at a library book sale). --K--

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2004

    Just Disappointing

    I've always liked Dave Barry's books, but this was god awful. Maybe if he spent more time on perfecting the humor than writing graphic descriptions of people vomiting and getting their testicles cut off it would be better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2004

    Barry's on a roll

    I nearly died laughing with Big Trouble and I came even closer to doing so with Tricky Business. It is one laugh after another from beginning to end, starting with the band's discussion over an infomercial. I read the book in a couple of hours (not consecutive) and there are only a few books I've read so fast. This is not a deep book and reveals no universal truths-if that's what you are seeking, don't read it. However, if you're looking for a way to spend a rainy afternoon, I can heartily recommend Tricky Business.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2004

    A darker, funnier crime comedy from a funny guy

    Buy this book now. This book is a great crime comedy/mystery that i enjoyed deeply. At first, when i read this book, i didn't like this book as much as did Big Trouble, for i was not familar with scrotom removal via knife. But then i thought about it some more and desided, hey this is a sick world we live in and i'll darned sure that its sickness will not effect my judgement of this hilarious book. So i read it again. And again. And again. And again. And so on. I realized soon that book is the gosh darned funniest thing i have ever read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2003

    A Carl Hiaasen Wanta Be?

    Dave Barry is a very funny man. I enjoy his columns and thought Big Trouble was a great read, full of quirky characters and an unbelievably believable story line. Tricky Business has none of that. The story line is predictable, and the characters are a shallow stereo typical rendering of the profession/make up of the person. This is compounded by a difficult to read type font (I've never complained about a type font until now).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2003

    Quick Page-Turner Good for Laughs!

    Dave Barry's quips and jokes reflected everything that we people need every now and then- a dose of humor, and Barry does just that. He focuses mainly on the quirkiness of ordinary life- daycare centers' tendencies to use words like 'interacting' to substitute for 'playing', the questions of everyday life (Why do the residents of Miami stock up on bleach before a storm? What is the function of each of the 48 buttons on your remote control? What happens at a retirement center where the lead entertainment is an old lady singing 'Bali Hai'?), and the shady, elusive characters that grace a casino ship in the middle of Tropical Storm Hector. Tricky Business isn't tricky- it's just plain fun!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2003

    Just What You'd Expect from Dave Barry

    Dave Barry does it again. I've done just about everything I could with Big Trouble: hardcover, paperback, audio...even the movie. Tricky Business was right on time. You had to feel for Fay, Johnny and The Contusions and the rest of the misfits who can't seem to find anything else to do but float around on a big old gambling boat, even if it means setting out in the middle of another Florida hurricane. And those old boys from the Beaux Arts Senior Center - I'm sure I've met those same guys somewhere - Barry nailed them dead-on. Dave Barry writes some pretty funny stuff and I didn't want it to end - like the mystery-stuff on the buffet line that's always there...never ends. Barry has got to have another novel in that quirky head of his. Bring it on.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2002

    Best of the 2 barry novels

    Very entertaining and hilarious and honestly makes you wanna hurry up and get home to read it at the end of the day. Brillant and hilarious!!!!I hope he makes a few more because these are so funny and brilliant!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    amusing crime thriller

    Tropical Storm Hector is playing havoc in the waters near Miami Beach and most people are staying indoors rather than go on the roads or sail their boats in the dangerous ocean. The Extravaganza of the Sea is a cruise ship that goes out past the three-mile limit into international waters so the passengers can have an evening of gambling. It is going out on the night Hector hits because it has a scheduled rendezvous with another smaller boat based in the Bahamas to exchange money for drugs. <P>Arnold and Phil, two senior citizens who escaped from the Beaux Art senior center, just want to have some fun. Wally and his band, Johnny and the Contusions, have to sing for their supper. Fay, a single mother and cocktail waitress, has to work if she wants to keep her job that pays the bills. All these innocent people are caught up in the crossfire when some of the criminals try to double cross their partners in crime. <P>TRICKY BUSINESS sounds like a deadly serious crime thriller and in part, it is exactly that. However, it is also a hilarious comedy satirizing the worst things about cruise ships. Dave Barry (that Dave Barry) has a unique serio-comic voice that will appeal to readers who like Kinky Friedman as obviously the President does. The characters seen real as the innocents struggle with heroism just to stay alive. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2002

    Dave Barry returns to fiction

    After reading Dave Barry's "Big Trouble" and seeing the movie, I was disappointed at Barry's second attempt to write a novel. "Tricky Business" is entertaining, but nothing like laugh-out-loud Trouble. "Tricky Business" is worth reading if you have a library card, but not worth owning.

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