Pineapple Grenade (Serge Storms Mystery #15)
“The undisputed king of the comic crime novel.”
“I guarantee Dorsey will never win the Nobel Prize for Literature—he’s far too funny.”
“If you’ve never read Dorsey, you need to start…You won’t be disappointed.”
Gloriously unrepentant Florida serial killer Serge Storms is back—and he’s finagled his way into becoming a sec...more
Dorsey is back with another installment featuring Serge Storms, his answer to all the ecological horrors going on in the world – especially those occurring in his native Florida. The focus of this novel is the assemblage of twenty or more heads of state from South and Central American countries for a meeting in Miami. It’s a summit that will discuss issues that will actually skirt any real issues that might exist, while it gives the CIA the opportunity...more
The first paragraph starts by saying a prosthetic leg with a Willie Nelson bumper sticker washes up on a Florida beach ... then it gets weird. You have to keep reading.
Serge becomes a spy. He knew he was hired when the guards threw him out the door extra hard. He's so good at it rival factions of CIA agents battle over who can recruit him all while foreign agents have plots and plans of their own.
The only downside to this book was he had to bring is personal politics into it with rants against a couple prominent names. Had he spread ou...more
This one may be the most intricate yet. Serge is a spy. Well not really, but he has everyone in the CIA thinking he is a spy. He becomes the head of secur...more
This has to be the first time that I really did NOT like one of the books from this series. While all of these books revel in the confusion that is Serge and Tim Dorsey, it didn't seem to work in this particular book. Most of Tim's book are info-dumps at times and it is up to you to pick out what is going to be important...then you learn it is ALL going to be important, in this book the info-dumps just didn't seem to add up to anything worth getting excited about.
I have to agree with the reviewe...more
Serge and Coleman do their best to infiltrate the opposition, encountering double agents and ne-er do wells on both sides of the fence. Serge even finds romance w...more
In an adventure to clean out criminals from the streets gets involved in a plot from the CIA to explore the resources of a 3rd world country, Serge infiltrat...more
I see a few other reviewers complaining because Dorsey injected his own political beliefs into this book. So I guess that means you don't agree with him? Well toooo bad. Much of what he writes is satire and if on...more
Serge is a psycho/sociopathic killer who only kills bad people. Serge loves the state of Florida and wants to protect it from developers and drug lords.
The series is filled with madcap cartoon violence, and much bad behavior. Still Serge comes across as not completely unsympathetic. Pleasant escapist fiction if you can tolerate the drug...more
Chomsky, and you have Serge A. Storms-- the extremely over caffeinated hero who forgot to take his
meds and just went off his rocker. Add in the perma-partying sidekick Coleman, and you have a
formula for awesomeness!
This book, and every one Tim Dorsey writes, is a roller coaster of a ride inside a tornado
touching down on an alligator farm.
So start chugging coffee and reading Tim Dorsey!
Storms. Serge A. Storms. Tim Dorsey serves up more maniacal serial-killing, laugh-out-load debauchery with 007-style fanfare in Pineapple Grenade.
Serge and his perpetually stoned sidekick Coleman have cracked into the spy-for-hire business, much to the chagrin of competing government agencies who are very eager to obtain his services before the other can. Serge weaves his way through Miami's underworld community of burned secret agents, government mess-ups, femme fatales,...more
From 1983 to 1987, he was a police and courts reporter for The Alabama Journal, the now-defunct evening newspaper in Montgomery. He joined...more
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Then it got weird.”
MAHONEY & ASSOCIATES, PRIVATE INVESTIGATORS.
Mahoney sat inside. The only associate was the fifth of rye residing in his bottom desk drawer.”