Who could resist a novel (The Dud Avocado) w/ a blurb from Groucho Marx?

For some time I've been meaning to read Elaine Dundy's 1958 novel, The Dud Avacado, and honestly how could you resist a novel that comes w/ a jacket blurb from Groucho Marx? The book, popular in its time, was reissued in 2007 by the great New York Review Press, another reason to read (I'll read or at least start reading anything NYRB publishes). In fact, a recent NYT feature on how NYRB books are becoming fashion accessories (!) noted that Dud Avacado is supposedly Greta Gerwig's favorite book. Easy to see why. The DA is an American (woman) in Paris novel of its time, with the narrator, Sally Jo (?) Gorce, settled into Paris (as the novel opens she's been there about 3 months, so we don't get any of the laborious stuff about finding an apartment etc.) on a two-year stint funded by her rich uncle. She seems very much like a Greta Gerwig character - smart, funny, quirky, endearingly awkward both physically and socially - it's easy to imagine GG playing the role or directing a film adaptation (if in fact the novel has enough plot to be film-worthy - not sure yet). In the opening pages (I'm about 20 percent through, 50+ pages in), the Gorce (as she's often called by fellow American) runs into an old friend and crush, Lenny; they have a couple of drinks and she feels flushingly in love w/ this young man, an aspiring theater director. This sudden crush leads to complications as she needs to break things off w/ the 30-something Italian diplomat w/ whom she is having an affair; the diplomat doesn't give her up so easily - gives her a sob story that his wife has left him because they can't have children - and actually proposes to Gorce, which she wisely rebuffs, suspecting he's after her $ - and he slaps her around: This is a '50s novel in every sense. The writing is breezy and at times hilarious; we don't, however, have much of a sense of what makes Gorce tick, what she does in Paris other than flirt and drink (she does aspire to be in a play that Lenny will direct, but she doesn't seem driven by a passion for art or drama). There have of course been many "my year in Europe" novels (guilty!), and the ones from the '50s such as this differ from more recent entries, such as Prague: The dollar was dominant, so young Americans could live on little money or could spend pretty lavishly (Gorce shuns the Metro and rides in taxis, for ex.) and pretty much everyone who went settled in London or Paris: other countries were less stable, and of course communication was nothing like what it is today. So far, DA is completely fun to read, and we'll see if it develops any gravitas and cultural insight or if it becomes a series of emotional pratfalls and dubious relationships.