Bond, James Bond

A lost a good part of my morning browsing through James Bond books. It started with a book review in the Times on a collection of Ian Fleming's letters dealing with his Bond novels, titled "The Man with the Golden Typewriter". It looks like fun. I have only read a couple of Bond novels. Although I love the Bond mystique, the actual books, like most of the movies, tend to leave me flat. But now I am strongly tempted to spend a month or two someday to read this book and a few more of the novels, if only to get it out of my system.


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“Probably the fault of my books is that I don’t take them seriously enough and meekly accept having my head ragged off about them. If one has a grain of intelligence it is difficult to go on being serious about a character like James Bond. You after all write ‘novels of suspense’ — if not sociological studies — whereas my books are straight pillow fantasies of the bang-bang, kiss-kiss variety.”

-- Ian Fleming's letter to Raymond Chandler (1956)

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