Journalist Alex Stuart goes to Miami to write a feature for GQ mag, falls in love with the place and stays. He needed to get away from London after the death of his son from cancer, and found Miami was a place where misfits and runaways can all fit right in.
He soon makes friends and has a great time and experiences little of the violent Miami we all expect from the movies; the real-life Chili Palmer, self-styled John Hood, is a gracious philosopher, the drag queen puts his creations away in the closet for daytime, and Hurricane Andrew misses Miami Beach. This contrasts with the poverty and tyranny in Cuba on his first visit there to write an article.
It all seems very nice, and great fun. Did he manage to get under the skin of the real Miami? Partially, I think - and it was mostly good to read about. ( )