Fletch by Gregory Mcdonald

I'm currently working on a novella/novel that is half art history and half spy story. Someone from my class recommended I read the novel "Fletch" because it too is an odd take on the spy novel genre. It's a little bit more whimsical than what I'm going for, though, then again, whenever I'm not trying to be funny everyone else seems to think I'm at my funniest. Anyway, I did get something out of the book, maybe a reminder not to take my character too seriously as he prances around Eruope looking for stolen Nazi loot, perhaps. Plus, "Fletch" is a quick read, I pretty much zipped through the whole thing on a train from Pennsylvania to Washington, DC.