Review: Insane City
Seth Weinstein knew Tina was way out of his league in pretty much any way you could imagine, which is why it continued to astonish him that he was on the plane now for their destination wedding in Florida. The Groom Posse had already sprung an airport prank on him, and he’d survived it, and if that was the worst of it, everything should be okay. Smooth sailing from now on.
Seth has absolutely no idea what he’s about to get into. In the next several hours, he and his friends will become embroiled with drug dogs, pirates, Russian gangsters, angry strippers, a pimp as big as the Death Star, a very desperate Haitian refugee on the run with her two children, a fanatically secret group of powerful businessmen known only as the Group of Six (much more powerful than the Group of Eleven), and an eleven-foot Burmese albino python named Blossom. And there’re still two days to go before the wedding.
As it turns out, it’s not smooth sailing, it’s more like a trip on the Titanic. By the end, amid gunfire, high-speed chases, and mayhem of the most unimaginable sort, violent men will fall, heroes will rise, and many lives will change.
Seth’s not least of all.
Dave Barry has written many hilarious books before, but he’s never written anything like Insane City. Just ask that Mark Twain guy.
I’ve enjoyed Dave Barry’s writing in the past so I was rather excited to receive his latest book. I’m sorry to say the book didn’t live up to my hopes. As it progressed, the story became more and more outrageous to the point that it just felt silly to me. It almost seemed like it was written with the intention of becoming a movie along the lines of The Hangover and, after a while, I just got tired of it.
I listened to the audio version of Insane City. It’s narrated by the author which, if you ask me, wasn’t the best decision. His reading was monotonous and dull so I found my mind wandering as I listened. This book is full of language, drugs, and adult situations, so it’s not an audio for the whole family.
Most people have enjoyed this book more than I did – I suspect I would have liked it more if I’d read the print version, or maybe I’m just too old for it.