May you die in Ireland Book

When pudgy, asthmatic math professor William Foley learns he's inherited an Irish castle, his first impulse is to stay in Chicago and have the solicitor sell it. But urged by his best friend Oscar, he sets off for Ireland, not knowing that he's carrying a secret microdot on his travel documents that will find him fighting off spies and exploring hidden depths in himself. Unfortunately, he doesn't hit it off well with the Irish police (gardai) that he encounters, making him reluctant to call them in every time he gets attacked. And the "castle" is just a decrepit, though still beautiful, manor house. On the right side of the ledger, however, is his solicitor's daughter, a lovely nurse who keeps trying to patch William up from his futile fights with the baddies. I've read this book several times, and realized on this reading that a novel is much like a time machine. When it was published in 1965, Foley's attitudes toward women and patriotism would probably have passed without mention. Don't get me wrong--he's not at an extreme--but now one notices, just as one notices someone smoking a pipe on a chartered plane.