Consisting of a series of stories some of which may be familiar to fans of the movies, and some of which won't this is an excellent place to start if you have ever felt like reading the original james bond.Some of these stories are barely more than diversions, 007 in New York is merely the though...
For all of you who read my previous James Bond reviews (Casino Royale and Live & Let Die) this four-star review will be giving you quite a shock.James Bond is going about his normal life as a Double 0 Operative. And I really mean normal! He reads boring reports and goes to the shooting range. ...
A very regrettable incident has occurred. A US Moonraker space shuttle, on loan to the British, has disappeared - apparently into thin air. Who has the spacecraft? The Russians? Hugo Drax, multi-millionaire support of the NASA space programme, thinks so. But Commander James Bond knows better...
Ian Fleming has some poetry in his veins! I would never have guessed that. much of the prose in this spy thriller is basic and almost ostentatiously declarative. prose from and for a man's man, I suppose. but every so often, we have lines like: In his mind he fingered the necklace of the days to...
All he remembered, before sleep took him, was that she had said when it was all over, "That was heaven, James. Will you please come back when you wake up. I must have it once more." Then she had turned over on her side away from him and, without answering his last endearments, had gone to sleep -...
In Live and Let Die, James Bond comes to America to investigate the gold-smuggling ring of the African-American crime boss Mr. Big, who also happens to be an agent of SMERSH. Bond is at first interested in the case because of the chance for revenge, but he becomes more invested as he is reunited ...
When English author Ian Fleming passed away on August 12, 1964, at the age of 56, he had not yet put the finishing touches on his final James Bond novel, "The Man With the Golden Gun." Oh, sure, he'd gotten a first draft down on paper--working at his Oracabessa, Jamaica winter home called Goldene...
This book was a disgusting piece of shit. Avoid at all costs....What? You want details? Okay. For one thing, I have no idea what possessed Fleming to write a book from a female first-person perspective. He is a misogynist. Trying to write from a female perspective when you barely acknowledg...
James Bond seems to be a series that follows a pretty darn easy format, there's a plot that endangers either the whole world, or at least a part of it. That plot is being put into motion by a villain that fills the part of an evil mastermind, and then there's always a girl. Under normal circumsta...
s/t: An Anthology from the Fiction of Ian Fleming This book celebrates the greatest of all postwar British fictional icons. For too long the Bond films have overshadowed their literary source - the bizarre, baroque world of Ian Fleming. Full rein is given in this anthology to Fleming's wonderful ...
James Bond, his stomach queasy from the BOAC version of 'An English Country House Breakfast', took his place stoically in a long queue that included plenty of squalling children and in due course said that he had spent the last ten nights in London. Then to Immigrationfifteen minutes to show his...
To warn them and all shipping of the terrible danger of the sands, the lightship began sounding its great foghorn, which is one of the loudest in the world and blinking its dazzling white danger light. It was CHITTY-CHITTY-BANG-BANG who first woke up to the danger. You see, she had got very hot f...
rubbed the bowl of his pipe thoughtfully down the side of his nose. Well, fair enough! He turned back to the file. I have comment, [wrote C.C.] to make on this man's alleged sexual potency when seen in relation to his profession. It is a Freudian thesis, with which I am inclined to agree, that th...
THE QUICKNESS OF THE HAND THERE WAS a moment’s silence at the table. It was broken by the agitated voice of Meyer. ‘Here I say,’ he said anxiously. ‘Don’t include me in on this, Hugger.’ He knew it was a private bet with Bond, but he wanted to show Drax that he was thoroughly nervous about the wh...
BLACK HARE AND GREY HOUND IT WAS the crudest possible forgery. Bond leapt for the Bentley, blessing the impulse which had made him drive it over after dinner. With the choke full out, the engine answered at once to the starter and the roar drowned the faltering words of the commissionaire who jum...
‘SHADY’ TREE THE CUSTOMS officer, a paunchy good-living man with dark sweat marks at the armpits of his grey uniform shirt, sauntered lazily over from the Supervisor’s desk to where Bond stood, his three pieces of luggage in front of him, under the letter B. Next door, under C, the girl took a pa...
LONG TAIL ON A GHOST PUNCTUALLY AT nine the next morning Bond got on to the Chief of Staff: ‘James here. I’ve had a look at the property. Been all over it. Had dinner last night with the owner. I can say pretty well for certain that the managing director’s view is right. Something definitely wr...
A BIRD WITH A WING DOWN THE RAIN was still crashing down, its violence unchanged. The eight o’clock news continued its talk of havoc and disaster – a multiple crash on Route 9, railway tracks flooded at Schenectady, traffic at a standstill in Troy, heavy rain likely to continue for several hours....
They looked wet and bored. They were. They had been watching the traffic on Fifth since the call went out at four-thirty.‘Yo next, Fatso,’ said one of them as the bus came up out of the rain and stopped with a sigh from the great vacuum brakes.‘Ahm tahd,’ said the thick-set man in the mackintosh....
He looked over to the bed, but his eyes were blind from gazing at the moon. He crossed the room and turned on the pink-shaded light by the bed. There was a long body under the single sheet. Brown hair was spread out on the pillow. The tips of fingers showed, holding the sheet up over the face. Lo...
THE SILVER PHANTOM BOND, THE collar of his new raincoat up round his ears, was missed as he came out of the entrance of the St. Regis Drugstore on 55th Street, which has a connecting door into the hotel. He waited in the entrance and leaped at a cruising cab, hooking the door open with the thum...