“Admittedly, Fever Beach feels about 100 pages too long—the cardinal flaw in most comic novels. But the real question remains: Is it funny? And in this case, should we be laughing? How many times have we been solemnly admonished to strive toward understanding the culty racists festering on the edge of the Republican Party? Are red-white-and-blue charlatans suitable subjects for comedy in light of our country’s slide toward fascism—the unraveling of environmental protections, the sabotage of science and medicine, the attacks on election integrity, the tirades against immigrants ‘poisoning the blood’ of America?
Yes. Without in any way diminishing the seriousness of the threats we’re facing or the difficulty of restoring moral and political order to the United States, humor remains a powerful weapon to pierce the armor of tyrants and raise the spirits of patriots. For all his silliness, Hiaasen is working in a grand tradition that stretches back to Mikhail Bulgakov satirizing Stalinism and Charlie Chaplin mocking Hitler. At his best, he can pack a paragraph with so many little parodic bangs that it feels like a fireworks display, when the explosions come so fast you stop saying “Ahhh” and just stand in slack-jawed bedazzlement.
While white-shoe lawyers, university presidents and media moguls cower before the MAGA assaults on American democracy and decency, this mischievous 72-year-old writer is fighting back with every political gag and sex joke he can get his hands on.”
–Ron Charles on Carl Hiassen’s Fever Beach (The Washington Post)