Tourist Season, by Carl Hiaasen, could be called a comic thriller. It’s a relatively old book, published in 1986, which doesn’t detract from the plot or the message (and there is a message), but brings home how much our world has changed in a relatively short time. The characters use typewriters and don’t have cell phones.
A cover blurb by Tony Hillerman calls the book “lively”, and “fun”. True enough, but some of the fun is pretty gruesome.
We are in Miami, where a strangely assorted group of misfits is trying to protect the environment and redress the wrongs done to Indians and Blacks by feeding tourists to a crocodile. The agenda of the group is eloquently expressed by a popular newspaper columnist, giving the impression that these are really the heartfelt opinions of Mr. Hiassen. I hope that he vented sufficiently by writing this book and hasn’t actually fed anybody to a crocodile.