Hey, another Gregory McDonald "Fletch" novel! It must be fun and funny, with a complex mystery to solve, with the smart, obnoxious, witty, rebellious and subversive I.M. Fletcher on the case to woo the women, put everyone on the hot seat, and solve the crime using his vast ingenuity and intelligence. Wait, what? Gregory McDonald titled his book "Fletch, Too," and there is barely any mystery to solve, and instead the author fills the book with serious-minded prose and serves as a travelog for Kenya...like in Africa?? W-T-F???
It's so weird. After a quartet of novels that featured Fletch as a wise-cracking investigative journalist and mystery sleuth, Gregory McDonald slowly began to lose interest. Both "Fletch's Moxie" and "Fletch and The Man Who" were lackluster works, with the author choosing to break beyond his Fletch as investigative journalist/mystery sleuth into someone who appears as passive straight man to everyone else's lunacy...with off-genre distractions into social commentary and politics. Yuck. By the time McDonald wrote the horrendous "Carioca Fletch"...the Fletch character was resigned to a background role, only showing up to appear in the author's dull expose on Brazil and its Carnival Festival. After going completely off the rails, the author attempted to get back to basics with "Fletch Won," with a standard murder-mystery to solve. Yet the novel was terrible, made no sense, and McDonald no longer had the drive to write the good ole fashioned Fletch book. He was no longer that kind of writer.
With "Fletch, Too," Gregory McDonald appears to have returned to who he wanted to be, the author who wrote travel exposes disguised as prose fiction, such as "Carioca Fletch." With "Fletch, Too" the author moved Fletch to Africa, under the excuse of meeting his long lost father. Through the book's 250 endless pages, Gregory McDonald places Fletch again as a straight man, observing and experiencing the rural jungle, culture, wildlife, spiritual life and people of Kenya. That's it. There is no mystery to solve, no witnesses to interview, nothing.
Yes, yes...as a secondary story, the author offers up a brutal murder in an airport men's room, which Fletch bears witness to, as well as the complications involved with the attempt to meet his father. However the main story, is just Fletch and his new wife Barbara traveling around Africa with a pilot-explorer called Peter Carr, who wishes to find an ancient Roman city buried in Kenya. There are monkeys, there are men who appear as statues, there is there uninvited Kenyan friend Juma. There is food, and drink and sickness and health. There is nothing worth reading about.
Worse, Gregory McDonald lies to his readers. When later in the book, it appears all signs are pointing to Carr as Fletch's father, the author has Carr clearly state that no, he is definitely not Fletch's father. BUT, at the very end of the book, in a letter, Carr reveals that yes, he is indeed Fletch's father. So lame!! So lazy! Meanwhile the mystery of why the real Carr fought with and killed a man in the airport men's room, was never solved.
Hate is a strong word, so I won't use it. I will say I loathed "Fletch, Too," and did not enjoy reading it at all. Gregory McDonald could have, should have called his novel something other than a Fletch book. When you title your novel "Fletch, Too," there better be a Fletch story in there, otherwise it's a bad case of bait and switch. Did not feel good to be caught in Gregory McDonald's bait, and his book is an insult to those who once appreciated his Fletch character, and novels.