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Book Review – Fletch by Gregory McDonald

BASIC BOOKTOMETRICS

TITLE: Fletch

Author: Gregory McDonald

Publisher: Vintage Crime/Black Lizard

Publication Dates: First Published 1974; Published 2002 by Vintage Crime/Black Lizard

GENRE: Crime/Mystery/Humor

FORMAT REVIEWED: Paperback

NUMBER OF PAGES: 197

I have a new hero. His name is the late, great Gregory McDonald.

There are some books that are giant, unrelenting tomes. You break your back carrying such books around and yet despite the voluminous number of pages, the story goes nowhere.

Then there’s Fletch. In a little under 200 pages, McDonald, in his streamlined, use one word instead of ten, writing style manages to successfully provide the reader with a story about an anti-hero who solves not one but two complex mysteries.

If you’re old enough to remember the Reagan administration, then you may have seen the Fletch movies by Chevy Chase – Fletch and the sequel, Fletch Lives. Both were funny and gave Chase his moment in the sun. Sadly, after reading the novel, I’ve realized that the movies were really only loosely based on McDonald’s work. The films served as a vehicle for Chase to show off his multiple character talents. For some reason, the epitome of the gold star for a comic is to star in a movie where he gets the chance to do various accents and pretend to be all different varieties of people. As movie Fletch, Chevy puts on all kinds of goofy costumes and buffoons his way through solving crimes while tricking people into giving information to the various personas he takes on.

If you lived during the 80's, you'll remember Fletch.  Also, Destro.

If you lived during the 80’s, you’ll remember Fletch. Also, Destro.

The novel is a bit different. Make no mistake, on top of everything else, it is funny. But while the movies were zany funny, the novel could probably be described best as a dark comedy. The reader finds himself laughing at things that he probably should not laugh at in polite society.

The plot? Fletch’s real name is Irwin Maurice, or I.M. (I am) Fletcher. He’s an LA based reporter posing undercover as a bum, trying to trick various beach dwelling hoodlums into helping him find the supplier of a constant flow of drugs to the beach scene for a story he’s writing.

His cover is so good that he fools wealthy business executive Alan Stanwyck into thinking that he’s merely a degenerate drifter. Stanwyck picks up Fletch and makes him the following proposition, which I’ll post below so you can get an idea of the quick-draw, rapid fire pace at which McDonald writes:

What’s your name?”
“Fletch”
“What’s your full name?”
“Irwin. Irwin Fletcher. People call me Fletch.”
“Irwin Fletcher, I have a proposition to make to you. I will give you a thousand dollars for just listening to it. If you decide to reject the proposition, you take the thousand dollars, go away, and never tell anyone we talked.”
“Is it criminal?”
“Of course.”
“Fair enough. For a thousand bucks I can listen. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to murder me.”
Fletch said, “Sure.”

Stanwyck claims to have terminal cancer and offers Fletch $50,000 to return to a week and shoot him in his study. He tells Fletch this will allow him to avoid suffering through a prolonged, agonizing death and as it will appear like a burglary gone bad, his wife will obtain a hefty insurance payment. Fletch may be a degenerate (he is haunted by his two ex-wives’ divorce lawyers throughout the novel) but he’s no dummy. Refusing to take Stanwyck at his word, he sets out on an investigation to find out whether or not Stanwyck is telling the truth. By posing as various people (insurance investigators, lawyers, “old long lost friends,” etc.) he manages to trick the people in Stanwyck’s life to give up the dirt. In the process, he even discovers the source of drugs on the beach along the way.

I really enjoyed this book. If you’ve seen the movie, you haven’t experienced the full story. It amazes me that in such a short novel, McDonald manages to provide the reader with a rich, in-depth experience. Rarely do I read a novel and want to read the series, but I think I might actually do it with this one. In case you are interested in the reading order for the Fletch novel series, I’ll post it below.

Note that while Fletch was McDonald’s first novel published introducing the Fletch character, he also published prequels, so Fletch is not the first novel in chronological order.

Reading Order for the Fletch Series of Novels by Gregory McDonald

Fletch Won

Fletch, Too

Fletch and the Widow Bradley

Fletch

Carioca Fletch

Confess, Fletch

Fletch’s Fortune

Fletch’s Moxie

Fletch and the Man Who

Son of Fletch

Fletch Reflected

McDonald was a newspaper reporter himself, so I imagine that he had an idea of the difficult life of a reporter that Fletch faced. It’s always interesting when authors write about environments they have personally experienced. I’m putting him next to Joseph Heller of Catch-22 fame as an author who can be funny and serious at the same time.

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Fargo – Oh Hey, That’s a Really Good Show, Dontcha’ Know?

Are there SPOILERS ahead?

Oh yah’, you betcha’ young fella.’

I just finished the last episode of this season’s Fargo on FX. All I can say is, “Wow.”

When I first heard that a Fargo TV show was in the works, I hated the idea. The Fargo film is such a classic and so self-contained that it did not seem like it would be possible to improve onto it or add to it. If you haven’t seen it, you should. The movie follows a scheme by a wimpy, chronically disrespected car salesman played by William H. Macy to stage a fake kidnapping of his wife in order to extort money from his overbearing father-in-law. The kidnappers, one of them played by Steve Buscemi in what I recall to be one of the best performances of his early career, botch things up miserably and well, tragedy ensues. The evildoers are eventually rounded up by unlikely hero Margie, an exceptionally pregnant police officer. Throughout the movie, much fun is poked at the ways of the Northern Midwest, the overly polite manners of the people there, and their tendency to speak in pseudo-Scandanavian accents – “Oh yah,’ dontch’a know?”

Naturally, the Fargo TV series did capture some of the film’s themes. There’s a wimpy disrespected loser, Lester Nygaard, this time played by Martin Freeman. There’s a female police officer, played by Allison Tolman, but she doesn’t get pregnant until the end. Further homages to the film are made here and there, but for the most part, this is not an attempt to remake the movie so much as to tell another crime story set in the greater Fargo area.

The show becomes increasingly shocking – especially towards the end – the Las Vegas elevator scene and the scene where Lester sends his second wife into the shop, well, I’ll let you watch for yourself, but those scenes left my jaw scraping the floor.

I did worry that casting Key and Peele as two bumbling FBI agents might turn the whole show into a joke, but oddly enough, it did work.

Overall, a great show. FX continues to set the bar high in bringing quality entertainment.

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This Week on the Bookshelf – Dexter’s Final Cut

BASIC BOOKTOMETRICS

NAME: Dexter’s Final Cut

AUTHOR: Jeff Lindsay

PUBLISHER: Doubleday

NUMBER OF PAGES: 368 in Hardcover

YEAR PUBLISHED: 2013

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We here at Bookshelf Battle believe in high production values.

***WARNING*** It’s Bookshelf Battle’s inaugural review, and already, there are spoilers. Therefore, if you feel that spoilers could jeopardize your enjoyment of the Dexter TV show or novels, and yet you continue to read anyway, then you are dumber than Vince Masuka. END OF WARNING ***

“They made him a lumberjack.  A LUMBERJACK!!!!  WE SPENT EIGHT YEARS ON THE EDGE OF OUR SEATS WONDERING WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO THIS GUY AND IN THE END HE GOT A JOB SAWING LOGS!!! WHAT THE HELL???!!!!!”

Does that sound about like what you thought when you watched the series finale of Dexter on Showtime last year?  Me too.  I don’t know about you, but for eight years, I wondered about questions like “Will Dexter ever be brought to justice for his crimes?” and “Will the world at large ever learn about Dexter’s ‘Dark Passenger?'”  Never, ever once did I wonder, “Gee whiz, is a midlife career change from the forensic analysis field to the deforestation industry really a viable option for Dexter?”

I could rant and rave all day about the direction the Dexter TV show went in at the end, but then again, I remember the first, second, and fourth seasons and it is hard to stay mad at people who brought us such good television.  So I’m just going to pretend that ending, where Dexter drives his boat up to a dock at a hospital (Are there really hospitals that have docks that you can just drive a boat up to?) and openly walked out the front door with his dead sister in his arms (apparently this hospital spent more on the boat dock than it did on security) and chucks her carcass into the bay with all of his dismembered victims (because, you know, it’s not like Deb, as a dedicated police officer deserved one of those fancy police funerals with the twenty-one gun salute and the flag draped on the coffin, no, I’m sure she would have wanted to be fish food in an underwater burial ground for her serial killer brother’s victims instead).

Forget all that.  Classic Dexter is back in the latest Jeff Lindsay novel, Dexter’s Final Cut.  This book brings us back to the time where Rita is still alive (shut up, the reason I warned you there were spoilers in this post is because someone posted the “Rita dies” spoiler online with no warning while I was still watching season three and I almost suffered a brain aneurysm), Astor and Cody are still in the picture and have not been whisked away to live with grandparents in Orlando, and Capt. Matthews still rules the roost.  Deb no longer resides at the bottom of the bay but rather, is alive, well and just as potty-mouthed as ever.

The story surrounds Dexter as he deals with Hollywood stars who have descended upon Miami Metro looking for professional guidance on how to shoot a crime drama for the fictional Big Ticket Network.  A body is found in a dumpster and well, I won’t spoil this one but needless to say, various and sundry shenanigans of a macabre nature ensue.  Dexter TV show watchers only had a small taste of Dexter’s narration, whereas novel readers are treated to a whole book-full of Dexter’s internal monologue, as he explains with dark humor why his Dark Passenger makes him do the things he does.

For those who are still scratching their heads about Dexter Season 8, rest assured that this book does not disappoint.  The only spoiler I’ll give away is that nowhere in this novel does Dexter chop wood of any kind.

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