Saturday, April 30, 2016
8, Fletch's Fortune by Gregory McDonald
I'm really going back to my original reason for buying paperbacks, which was to be able to carry them with me anywhere and not worry about them getting damaged. That means I am buying books these days that I don't want to worry about and this Fletch fell into that category (also a dollar). I remembered enjoying a few of these as a teenager. This one was just okay. Fletch is a post-60s anti-establishment James Bond of a journalist who also solves murders. He can be funny but I think the establishment he is mocking has changed so much that he comes off today as just being kind of trying too hard. This story takes place at a journalist's convention where the president of the association gets murdered just as it begins. It got moving near the end, but ultimately lacked weight and I've already moved on.