“The hurricane mowed down quite accurately. Sweeping away everything in its path, the storm rushed like a bullet along a narrow corridor, but practically did not affect the northern and southern parts of the coast. August hurricanes are rarely so kind.” This is not Katrina in Louisiana. This is "Andrew" in Florida. However, greedy developers, touring gangsters, corrupt authorities, a stupid president and cynical tourists have not changed a bit in ten years. They are successfully opposed by 1 African lion, 3 pumas, a castrated black buffalo, 2 Kodiaks, 97 parrots (including macaws), 8 Nile crocodiles, 42 turtles, 700 various lizards, 93 snakes (venomous and non-venomous) and 88 rhesus macaques. And with them - the ex-state governor who perished in the swamps, his faithful black bodyguard, the descendant of a convicted drug dealer juggling skulls, and a handful of brave and witty heroes. And also the consistently asshole people of South Florida. Fuck Weather, one of the central novels in the Florida saga of world-renowned satirical action writer Carl Hiaasen, has never been more relevant than it is today. This is not the America where you would like to relax.