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Shark Skin Suite, by Tim Dorsey 2015

Tim Dorsey is an odd duck. You might hate him, or love him. He’s had 18 books published, so somebody loves him.
He’s a former newspaper reporter who has kept in touch with what’s happening in the world and takes well-aimed shots at those elements in today’s society that he feels need some firm criticism.
But don’t look for a sober expose of societal ills, because what you’ll find is a main character named Serge Storms pretty much running amok. What saves the book is that, despite appearances, Serge has a conscience, and a plan.
Serge is fixated on visiting the locations of legal movies set in Florida. He and his buddy Coleman drive pell-mell through big chunks of Florida so that Serge can soak up the atmosphere of various locations. He is a movie junkie.
He’s also a self-appointed bounty hunter who tracks down people who have behaved badly and who subsequently become involved (on the receiving end) in Serge’s unique brand of justice.
But he saves his big effort for his role as a (self-appointed) paralegal, coming to the aid of old flame Brook Campanella, a rising star in the legal profession who is handling a class action suit on behalf of a disturbingly large number of people who have been the victims of home foreclosures by a bank/mortgage company system that indulges in business practices that slide from unethical into downright illegal.
This is the axe that Dorsey grinds through much of the book, one that needs grinding. But he somehow manages to turn a serious social issue into madcap adventure.
Serge’s ex-wife shows up from time to time, usually wielding a gun. And there’s a former newspaper reporter who was fired for insisting to management that his job was to write actual news stories. A good cast of characters, who manage to right some wrongs . . . and act sort of silly along the way.

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