Michael Dirda

After Joey recuperates, she decides that Chaz could beat an attempted murder rap -- her word against his -- and so she decides to stay dead for a while. Instead of going to the police, with Mick's help she sets in motion a plan to drive her priapic scumbag of a husband crazy and to discover why he tried to kill her. Finding the answer will ultimately involve some typical South Florida types: ruthless developer Samuel Johnson Hammernut; a man-mountain named Tool; the sexy Rose, whom no man can resist; Joey's sheep-herder brother, Corbett; Ricca, the mistress-hair stylist; the dogged Karl Rolvaag and his pet pythons; a sharp-tongued, religious cancer patient named Maureen; and, not least, the Captain.

Some crime novels are deadly serious, but Hiaasen belongs to the school of Elmore Leonard and Donald Westlake, preferring a breezy tone, grotesque characters, rampant wish fulfillment and action that remains essentially comic and even sentimental. Skinny Dip follows a traditional caper script, and one never really fears for any of the good guys; one simply waits to see how the baddies will receive their comeuppance. The fate of Chaz Perrone, for instance, could have been written by Evelyn Waugh. Waugh would certainly have admired Hiaasen's ironic wit:

"As Red Hammernut listened to Chaz Perrone's story, he thought of the many blessings that had come his way, but also of the toil. A big farming operation like his was a challenging enterprise, relying as it did on rampant pollution and the systematic mistreatment of immigrant labor. For Red it was no small feat to keep the feds off his back while at the same time soaking taxpayers for lucrative crop subsidies and dirt-cheap loans that might not be repaid this century. He reflected upon the hundreds of thousands of dollars that he'd handed out as campaign donations; the untallied thousands more for straight-up bribes, hookers, private-yacht charters, gambling stakes and other discreet favors; and finally the countless hours of ass-kissing he'd been forced to endure with the same knuckleheaded politicians whose loyalties he'd purchased.

"This was no easy gig. Red Hammernut got infuriated every time he heard some pissy liberal refer to the federal farm bill as corporate welfare. The term implied contented idleness, and nobody worked harder than Red to keep the money flowing. . . . "

Some readers might fault Skinny Dip for a slightly excessive zaniness -- does Joey really need to break into her house again and again? After a while it starts to feel like French farce, with the wronged wife actually hiding under the bed while her husband, suffering sexual difficulties since her "murder," tries to make it with a New Age chick named Medea. Poor Chaz. This Ken-doll sex fiend, this self-deceiving dolt, finds that everything is suddenly spinning out of control, even his handwriting: "He was alarmed to realize that his penmanship, once precise and consistent, had degenerated to the sort of sinuous, pinprick scrawl associated with UFO correspondents and future workplace snipers."

Skinny Dip, like other work by Hiaasen, warns against the depredations the Everglades continues to suffer, and hopes, in part, to provoke readers' ire against venal politicians and unscrupulous businessmen. But since all right-thinking people naturally assume rampant corruption in Florida, as elsewhere, what to actually do is the problem. And so most of us will simply sit back and enjoy Skinny Dip for its caper plot and its pervasive, engaging wit:

"Taking cover behind a magazine, Stranahan attempted to immerse himself in the travails of Eminem, a deep though conflicted young man. Apparently wealth, fame and unlimited sex are nice, but true spiritual happiness must come from within."

Waugh would smile at that sentence too. •

Michael Dirda's e-mail address is dirdam@washpost.com. His online discussion of books takes place each Wednesday at 2 p.m. on washingtonpost.com.