Judging from all the novels out there, someone who has never been to Florida might think it’s packed with nothing but retired folks who live by rules that seem draconian and weirdos who seem to survive on no money.
In MURDER AT THE BAD GIRL’S BAR & GRILL, N.M. Kelby joins the world of authors painting the Sunshine State as some sort of lunatic asylum that has been overrun by the inmates. If we were to believe her book and some of Charles Willeford and Carl Hiaasen, who would ever want to move there? (Especially if you hate Jimmy Buffet music, which I do.)
Danni Keene is the owner of the Bad Girl’s Bar and Grill. She’s fighting to stay in business as some greedy land developer tries his hardest to get her tossed. She’s also a former B-movie actress whose films seems to all play on classic titles, but changed ever so slightly — perfect example: TODD TODD: THE DEMON DECORATOR OF FLEET STREET.
Her major problem is the discovery of a dead homeless man being pecked at in a Dumpster. This man was Internet-savvy and had himself a blog promoting the plight of the homeless (this is what happens where there is free wi-fi available) and this is only the start of some of the craziness that happens in this book.
“Subtle” is not a word to be used with its description. Throw in a Scottish clown who comes to claim his dead brother’s body, and I’ve not even scratched the surface of some of the truly bizarre folks that populate the GRILL. Besides the murders, the other part of Kelby’s book deals with the land developer who takes after Montgomery Burns.
The novel is perfect beach reading that will entertain you as you soak in the sun, but don’t expect it to stick with you after you finish; much like fast food, it’s quickly digested. —Bruce Grossman
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