"Antic proceedings...[from] the master crime farceur."
"Lucky us - one of the year's funniest books. Hiaasen is truly an American treasure."
San Francisco Examiner
New York Times Book Review
Hiaasen is a total original. While many are now doing their best to emulate his wacky style, none give it the justice it deserves. Lucky You is one of my favorite Hiaasen's. The story of two completely ludicrous, despicable characters who win the Florida State lottery but have to split the pot with another lucky ticket holder. Well, sharing just ain't in these guy's vocabulary. A totally hilarious, irresistible good time.
Lucky us -- one of the year's funniest books. Hiaasen is truly an American treasure.
Sledge-hammer wackiness never flags in this amusing tropical freak show.
Sophisticated...never less than completely entertaining.
Sophisticated. . .never less than completely entertaining.
Hilariously subversive. . .wonderfully entertaining. Trust me, you'll love it.
JoLayne Lucks has one of two winning lottery tickets each worth a cool $14 million. She plans to spend it rescuing a local plot of swampland from a strip mall developer. The holders of the other winning ticket, however, are Bode Gazzer and his sidekick, Chubb, who want the whole $28 million. Afire with paramilitary fervor, Bode and Chubb need the cash to bankroll the start-up of the White Clarion Aryans before NATO takes over America with a handicapped parking sticker scam. They steal JoLayne's ticket, but before they can cash it she mounts a hot pursuit with the help of local journalist Tom Krome. As they chase Bode and Chubb through the swamps and sleazy dives, dodging bullets and local religious fanatics, Tom and JoLayne leave a wake of mayhem and hilarity. This is Hiaasen (Naked Came the Manatee) at his wacky besta steamy amalgam of raunch, righteousness, and riotous laughs. -- Susan Gene Clifford, Aerospace Corporation, El Segundo, California
As soon as an informative headnote warns that 'there is no approved dental use for WD-40,' you can relax, knowing that you're in for several blissful hours in the hands of a master farceur whose subject this time is what passes in South Florida for providence. Even though she's confirmed the winning numbers on her Lotto ticket, placid veterinary assistant JoLayne Lucks refuses to give an interview to rolling-stone 'Register' features writer Tom Krome. Hoping to rescue the turtles of Simmons Wood from mob-backed development by buying the parcel out of her half of the $28 million jackpot, she doesn't see any point in telling the world she's rich. Then, suddenly, she isn't, because the holder of the other winning ticket, halfwit white supremacist Bodean Gazzer, decides to double his own payout by heisting her ticket. Bode and his sidekick Chub have their own public-spirited vision for the prize: arming the White Rebel Brotherhood (membership 2 and growing) in preparation for the U.N.-sponsored invasion of the U.S. via all those unused handicapped-parking spaces. Along with the obligatory romantic complications, Hiaasen provides an alarmingly comical parade of spiritual counterparts to the providential nostrum of the Florida lottery: the weeping fiberglass Madonna, the Road-Stain Jesus, the miraculous apostolic turtles who bring nirvana to the features editor sent to retrieve Krome after he takes off with JoLayne in pursuit of the Lotto thieves. Not even Hiaasen (Stormy Weather, 1995) can sustain this balancing act forever, and eventually it collapses like a house of cards. But for an impossibly long time, the whole wild sideshow seethes and boils with all the grinningvitality of a 'Have a Nice Day' poster reimagined by Hieronymous Bosch. Just when you think Hiaasen can't outdo himself, he finds more lunatics who just happen to tap into your deepest fears about America. Makes you wonder.