![]() ![]() ![]() Of course Fletch is not an actual detective, and the true detective here is the foil (however, a trustworthy one), and our protagonist operates on the border of the law. This feels like a nice cross between the classic pulp detective novels (and I mean that in the best of ways) and the more ‘modern’ mystery fiction. ![]() Having a police tail complicates things, but Fletch is always cool under pressure. While Fletch works to prove his innocence (by finding the actual killer) he’s also hard at work trying to track down some stolen artwork and using some less-than-legal means to do so. Flynn is equally resolute in believing Fletch is guilty, but he feels there just enough lack of evidence to make the arrest. Fletch is exactly uncooperative, but he’s steady and steadfast in maintaining his innocence. Inspector Flynn, investigating the murder, has Fletch as his prime suspect and he makes no bones about it, constantly encouraging Fletch to make it easy on all of them and just confess. The rental comes complete with all the usual amenities plus a few frills – including the naked, dead body of a young woman in the living room. “Fletch” Fletcher is back in the United States (from Italy), Boston specifically, and staying in an upscale townhouse that he’s renting. ![]() I’m quite certain I read one or more Fletch books, probably in the mid-1980’s when the Chevy Chase films were coming out and I was managing a book store, but I don’t remember much about the books, so I was quite interested in looking at this, Confess, Fletch, being reissued to coincide with the new film. ![]()
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