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If you decide to spend your summer vacation in Carl Hiassens unbearably sunny, superpastel imaginary South Beach, please remember to protect yourself. You will need to wear sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, two condoms, and a bulletproof vest. Why? Cause Hiassens latest beach book, Star Island, is a lurid literary trap populated by a pack of truly trashy human beings. First, theres the star: an aging, coked-out pop princess named Cherry Pye (AKA Cheryl Bunterman) who seems only a stagger away from the grave. Second, theres the entourage: Cherrys deluded fame-whore mother, the body double, twin publicists with a plastic surgery addiction, and a pervert pop producer. And third, youve got a bunch of wild cards, including a sex-crazed governor and a deranged paparazzo. Watch out when Hiaasen reads from Star Island, signs copies of the book, and answers questions at Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden this Monday.
Mon., Aug. 30, 8 p.m., 2010