Apocalyptic grumblers in the north of the U.S. are sometimes heard to say that what the nation needs for its spiritual and environmental health is another Ice Age, a mile-thick, continent-wide ice sheet, heading south. In Florida they do not say this. Florida has hurricanes, and when satirist Carl Hiaasen dedicates his new thriller, Stormy Weather (Knopf; 336 pages; $24), to "Donna, Camille, Hugo and Andrew," he is not referring to cute little nieces and nephews.
Hiaasen, a columnist for the Miami Herald, is a funny fellow who regards human Floridians as a notch below palmetto bugs in matters of ethics...
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