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SQUEEZE ME

RAZOR GIRL

BAD MONKEY

STAR ISLAND

NATURE GIRL

SKINNY DIP

BASKET CASE

SICK PUPPY

LUCKY YOU

STORMY WEATHER

STRIP TEASE

NATIVE TONGUE

SKIN TIGHT

DOUBLE WHAMMY

TOURIST SEASON

WRECKER

SQUIRM

SKINK - NO SURRENDER

CHOMP

SCAT

FLUSH

HOOT

SQUEEZE ME

RAZOR GIRL

BAD MONKEY

STAR ISLAND

NATURE GIRL

SKINNY DIP

BASKET CASE

SICK PUPPY

LUCKY YOU

STORMY WEATHER

STRIP TEASE

NATIVE TONGUE

SKIN TIGHT

DOUBLE WHAMMY

TOURIST SEASON

WRECKER

SQUIRM

SKINK-NO SURRENDER

CHOMP

SCAT

FLUSH

HOOT

Best Selling Author

CArl Hiaasen

Carl Hiaasen was born and raised in a bizarre place called Florida, where he still lives. His books have been described as savagely funny, riotous, and cathartic. Oddly, they are beloved even by readers who’ve never set foot in the Sunshine State.

Nonfiction

Columns

The Downhill Lie

Golf, Hiaasen-style

Assume the Worst

The Graduation Speech You’ll Never Hear

Team Rodent

How Disney devours the world

Dance of the Reptiles

Paradise Screwed

Kick Ass

Nonfiction + Columns

The Downhill Lie

Golf, Hiaasen-style

Assume the Worst

The Graduation Speech You’ll Never Hear

Team Rodent

How Disney devours the world

Dance of the Reptiles

Paradise Screwed

Kick Ass

Video

Bad Monkey

CArl on Skink – No Surrender

CArl In Conversation with John Grisham

Star Island

CArl on Independent Bookstores

CArl on BBC

Black Lizard Series

Heart-crushing news that Jimmy‘s gone. He was a close friend for almost 40 years. Nobody had more pure fun in life, or worked harder to share it with others. He lived true to his songs, and he was writing with joy until the end, tweaking the final cuts on a new album. Jimmy had one gear: moving at the speed of light, even in flip-flops. He was, literally and exuberantly, all over the map. Richly talented, wonderfully generous, and wildly passionate about the places he cherished – peaceful islands and harbors where he transported everyone who loved his music. Still he was happiest on stage, whether it was a bar in Key West or center field at Fenway Park. I’d like to think that somewhere is a pristine stretch of Caribbean beach where we still might find – propped against a palm tree — a fly rod and a Martin guitar. And, riding the waves, a familiar bionic pirate on a long board, grinning about all the cool shit he got away with. I’ll miss you, JB. Millions will. Thanks for the laughs, the adventures, and the unforgettable sound track.

– Carl Hiaasen

I am devastated and heartsick to confirm the loss of my wonderful brother Rob in the mass shooting in the newsroom at the Annapolis Capital Gazette. Rob was an editor and columnist at the paper, and one of the most gentle and funny people I’ve ever known. He spent his whole gifted career as a journalist, and he believed profoundly in the craft and mission of serving the public’s right to know the news.

We called him Big Rob because he was so tall, but it was his remarkable heart and humor that made him larger than all of us.

Hug your loved ones like there’s no tomorrow.

– Carl Hiaasen

Click here to read Carl’s tribute to his brother Rob at the Capital Gazette