Showing posts with label creator: ian fleming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creator: ian fleming. Show all posts

17 March 2023

Taking the Racism Out of Roald Dahl, Oz, and James Bond?

The other day I was saying something about reading the Oz novels with my older son, and one of my friends asked what I thought about removing the racist content from Roald Dahl: L. Frank Baum and Ruth Plumly Thompson were no strangers to racist language in their books. Like Dahl's, it's usually more of a casual background element—as opposed to the really nasty stuff you might find in, say, the Frank Reade, Jr. dime novels.

There are of course a couple approaches to when a book gets old like this, and what was once generally acceptable becomes unacceptable. You can reprint it as it was, you can reprint it as it was but contextualize it or disclaim it, or you can edit it to remove what is offensive.

All three approaches have been taken in the case of the Oz novels: Dover has reprinted much of Baum's writing as is, with no amendments or editorializing; ditto Del Rey for Thompson's. On the other hand, when Books of Wonder reprinted Patchwork Girl of Oz, they took out some of the racist language and deleted one picture. The terribly named "Empty-Grave Retrofit" editions* of the Oz novels make similar adjustments to stories like Silver Princess, changing the black slaves of the Red Djinn into rock servants. Books of Wonder took the other approach too, appending a note to its reprint of Thompson's Royal Book indicating there was material modern readers would find offensive, but leaving the text unaltered.

In each case, the difference is one of market. Books of Wonder's reproductions of the Baum novels were targeting the library market and contemporary readers: these were editions intended to be given to current children. So it would make sense that the text would be edited. On the other hand, their Thompson editions are aimed at a market of Oz collectors, adults who want the original texts and can also understand the difference between 1923 and 2023.

And this is reflected in my own reading. When I read the Oz books to my son, I take out the racist content. Usually this just means a couple words here and there, but in the case of Royal Book, I had to skip over a two-page screed about Chinese food. I take out other stuff that doesn't fit with the moral ethos I want to project, too: in Lost King, the main characters killed Mombi, and I took that out! My wife has read our son a few Roald Dahls (both Charlie books, James and the Giant Peach, The B.F.G., and one other one, I think), and she made similar tweaks, I believe. If Son One ever reads the books on his own when he's older, we can talk about what he's reading—but I can have an informed conversation with him because I've read them all. A kid who picks up or is gifted Roald Dahl might not have that going for them.

There's something in here, of course, about what we think children's literature does and what it's for. It is okay for an adult to read a book with racism in it, but not a child. I probed at these attitudes back when I taught a class on children's literature. We praise The Outsiders because it doesn't filter things for its reader, it shows them the good and the bad and lets them decide. But then we turn around and say, no, when it comes to issues of race or gender, you ought to decide for the kids. I don't think this is a wrong distinction to make, but I think sometimes we are not honest with ourselves that, like the Victorians, we expect our literature for children to provide good moral instruction. It's just that we've changed our minds about what good moral instruction is.

The thing that's different about Oz versus Dahl is that for Oz, the original texts can continue to circulate alongside revised ones. This isn't true for Dahl, who remains under copyright. I think that his works will not enter into the public domain until 2060! Which is, frankly, an absurdly long amount of time. Over a century from publication to public domain for some of his works! Why? Back when the similar Dr. Seuss thing was going down, I read someone's take that the real problem here is that publishers and literary estates are able to extend control over the works of dead authors far too long. If we had good copyright laws, there would be amended Dahl books and original Dahl books. Parents and readers would have the same options they already do for Oz.

Now, okay, as for James Bond. If you read a James Bond, I would argue, the imperialism is the point. As I read through the original novels, it struck me how much Bond was always classifying, evaluating, and listing things. In all kinds of ways, but most often: women, race, and food. Everything gets organized and systematized. It's the sight of empire, it's what the James Bond books are for. If James Bond isn't going around making racist jokes while eating fried chicken in Harlem, he's some other character entirely. And when he's not doing that, he's battling to maintain Britain's colonial power across the globe. Oh, he's not being casually racist while trying to reinforce a violent global hegemony? Well, that's nice I guess. Like, go read some other spy novel if that's what you want! (Though... are there really any spy novels that aren't about this?)

* Seriously, what is up with that? It makes it sound like they're going to be Pride & Prejudice & Zombies–style retellings.

EDIT: I learned after I wrote this before it was published that Dahl's publishers backtracked, and they will keep the original texts in print as separate editions... I would not be surprised, however, if they quietly let them fall out of print. I also appreciated this Guardian column about how there's some stuff you just can't take out of James Bond without it all falling apart; the series is intrinsically built around ableism, for example.

16 March 2022

James Bond 007 in Quantum of Solace by Ian Fleming

Quantum of Solace: The Complete James Bond Short Stories by Ian Fleming

Whoever holds the Bond novel rights typically republishes the appropriate Fleming novel when a film adaptation comes out—if one is available. When Quantum of Solace came out, the complication was that "Quantum of Solace" was a short story, not a novel, and that it was already part of the collection For Your Eyes Only. In 2008, Penguin solved this issue by taking both Bond collections, For Your Eyes Only and Octopussy & The Living Daylights, and combining them to make Quantum of Solace: The Complete James Bond Short Stories. I dutifully picked it up even though I had already read all the contents because it featured a new cover by Richey Fahey matching the design of his gorgeous covers for the previous fourteen books... although because Quantum of Solace was only published by Penguin US, and my copies of the previous fourteen were the Penguin UK editions, its height is slightly taller than the other ones, and so it doesn't really match at all. Oh well.

Collection published: 2008
Contents originally published: 1960-65
Acquired: May 2021
Read: June 2021

I don't have much to say about this that I didn't about the constituent parts. Fleming was a good short story writer, perhaps a better short story writer than he was a novelist. I read in detail the stories I remembered liking ("From a View to a Kill," "For Your Eyes Only," "Quantum of Solace," "Octopussy," "The Living Daylights"), and liked them again this time around. I didn't waste my own time and only skimmed the ones I remembered not being very into ("Risico," "The Property of a Lady," "007 in New York"). There was one I remembered liking last time but couldn't get into this time ("The Hildebrand Rarity"); I guess because it's kind of complicated and I wasn't in the mood for complicated.

I will dutifully watch the film adaptation (though I am behind; as of this writing I still haven't even watched The Man with the Golden Gun) even though I know it has nothing to do with this book! I wonder what film fans who picked up this edition in 2008 thought. I wonder if it will be mined for more titles. Possibly: I can't imagine "Risico" or "007 in New York" being used, but "The Property of a Lady" seems Bondian enough, though it would have to have a new plot, as that story's essentials were already used on screen in Octopussy.

I read a James Bond book every four months. Next up in sequence: nothing!

Book Rankings (Final):

  1. Casino Royale
  2. On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  3. Dr No
  4. Thunderball
  5. Moonraker
  6. For Your Eyes Only
  7. From Russia with Love
  8. The Spy Who Loved Me
  9. Quantum of Solace
  10. Octopussy & The Living Daylights
  11. The Man with the Golden Gun
  12. You Only Live Twice
  13. Live and Let Die
  14. Goldfinger
  15. Diamonds are Forever

24 May 2021

Review: The Man with the Golden Gun by Ian Fleming

Originally published: 1965
Acquired: December 2020
Read: January 2021

The Man with the Golden Gun by Ian Fleming

This is the last James Bond novel; if I had known it would pick up right from the end of You Only Live Twice, I would have made sure to read it in that order, but oh well.

This isn't Fleming's best work; indeed, having now finished all the novels, I feel pretty certain that he peaked with On Her Majesty's Secret Service, and he should have just stopped there. It would have been a much better final Bond adventure than what came next. Man with the Golden Gun opens okay, with Bond-- after the events of YOLT-- having been brainwashed by the Soviets. But once he's been deprogrammed, he's sent on a mission to Jamaica to kill a thug, which feels way beneath his talents. I think another writer could really do something with this: Bond having to prove to other and himself that he's still the man who he used to be. But Fleming doesn't do that, and this is Just Another Bond Mission.

Fleming always does pretty well with the mechanics of it all: Bond playing detective is good, and Scaramanga is a good villain, and the final action sequence is excellent, and the last line is a sad summation of Bond's character. But the novel has a fatal flaw, which is that Bond could just kill Scaramanga outright early on, and his reason for not doing so is completely unconvincing. Honestly, if Fleming hadn't pointed it out, I might not have noticed it, but he lampshades it, and everything that follows from there is undermined as a result.

I read a James Bond book every four months. Next up in sequence: Quantum of Solace

Book Rankings (So Far):

  1. Casino Royale
  2. On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  3. Dr No
  4. Thunderball
  5. Moonraker
  6. For Your Eyes Only
  7. From Russia with Love
  8. The Spy Who Loved Me
  9. Octopussy & The Living Daylights
  10. The Man with the Golden Gun 
  11. You Only Live Twice
  12. Live and Let Die
  13. Goldfinger
  14. Diamonds are Forever

28 September 2020

Review: Octopussy & The Living Daylights by Ian Fleming

Collection first published: 2002
Contents originally published: 1962-65
Acquired: June 2020
Read: August 2020

Octopussy & The Living Daylights
by Ian Fleming

This slim volume collects four James Bond short stories. Technically, it's the final Fleming James Bond book, but although the compilation first came out in 1966,* after The Man with the Golden Gun, three of the four stories here were published prior to Golden Gun, so I decided to read it first.

In his introduction to the 2006 Penguin edition, Robert Ryan suggests Fleming was a short fiction man at heart, and based on reading the Bond books, I agree; many of the novels feel padded even when they're slim. Thus Octopussy & The Living Daylights contains some of Fleming's strongest Bond work in my opinion. Bond isn't much of a factor in "Octopussy," but I enjoyed it anyway, a very thorough story of a man who plans a horrible crime and very nearly gets away with it. I was surprised to realize that the idea that Bond's ski instructor cared for him paternally after Bond's parents died wasn't an invention of the film Spectre but actually originated here. I'll be curious to see if any other elements of "Octopussy" make it into the film, or if it will be one of those Bond adaptations best characterized as "loose."

The other standout here was "The Living Daylights," where Bond has to work as a sniper in order to help an agent make it over the Berlin Wall. It's one of those stories that really gets you into Bond's psychology: he is good at killing but finds little joy in it. Or, to be honest, much else. The twist is pretty obvious, but I still enjoyed it because it's a fun one.

Of the other two, one is all right and one is for completists only. "The Property of a Lady" has some interesting ideas and backstories, but the actual story isn't really up to much. "007 in New York" isn't even a story; it's just Bond thinking about New York City while he visits it on a mission. "007 in New York" was published in the American edition of Fleming's travel book Thrilling Cities as an apology for how much Fleming hated New York City; Fleming said that Bond's take on New York was "more cheerful" than his own. But in this story's mere seven pages, Bond complains about Customs and Immigration, about how all the good hotels have closed, about how the eggs look wrong, about the shops having nothing you can't get in Europe, about how many used car lots there are, about how the restaurants have got too expensive, about the blandness of the food, about how Americans are too obsessed with hygiene, and about how there is no Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo. If that's a cheerful take on New York City, one wonders how awful Fleming must have been about it!

There's also a scrambled egg recipe in a footnote. I will try it someday.

I read a James Bond book every four months. Next up in sequence: The Man with the Golden Gun

Book Rankings (So Far):

  1. Casino Royale
  2. On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  3. Dr No
  4. Thunderball
  5. Moonraker
  6. For Your Eyes Only
  7. From Russia with Love
  8. The Spy Who Loved Me
  9. Octopussy & The Living Daylights
  10. You Only Live Twice
  11. Live and Let Die
  12. Goldfinger
  13. Diamonds are Forever

* Kind of; the 1966 edition collected just two short stories, and over the years more were added until all four were together in 2002.

19 August 2020

Listening to James Bond at the BBC (Part IV: 007 Reloaded)

In 2012, BBC Audio (in its short-lived incarnation of AudioGO) released a new set of James Bond audiobooks under the branding "007 Reloaded." It was a project spearheaded (I think) by Lucy Fleming, niece of Ian Fleming, but better known to me as the actress who plays Jenny in Terry Nation's Survivors. Each book was read by a different prominent British actor, including Dan Stevens (what's-his-face in Downton Abbey), Bill Nighy (you know who he is), Jason Isaacs (Captain Lorca in Star Trek: Discovery), David Tennant (fake Mad-Eye Moody in the one about the wizards), and Kenneth Branagh (Kenneth's Branagh's Mary Shelley's Frankenstein). AudioGO went bankrupt in 2013, but they were republished by the current rightsholders. These are still the versions of the Bond audiobooks most readily available; I got both of them via Overdrive at my local public library.

I didn't have the desire to listen to all of them, since experiencing each James Bond story as a novel, as a film, as a radio play, and as a comic is more than enough, thank you. But I did decide to listen to two of them. One is the reading of The Spy Who Loved Me: the novel has a first-person female narrator, and the audio is read by a woman, Rosamund Pike. I doubt Spy Who will be adapted in BBC Radio's adaptations, but you can imagine this as a radio adaptation, given its first-person frame and overall lack of Bond.

The other one I decided to listen to is You Only Live Twice, because it is read by Martin Jarvis, who narrates the current BBC Radio adaptations, so it slots right in as well. You Only was previously adapted by the BBC in 1990s, but hasn't been adapted as part of the current Toby Stephens strand. I imagine it will be eventually, but who knows.

My thesis about audiobooks is that an audio reading makes a good book better and a bad book worse. I find nothing to contradict that thesis here. I enjoyed The Spy Who Loves Me: it's weird for a James Bond book, but I find that Fleming creates a mostly plausible female character (easy for me to say, admittedly), and puts her in a harrowing situation with his usual style. Rosamund Pike's reading elevates the book: with her as the voice of Vivienne Michel, she seems a even more real character. Pike brings her to life in all her young inexperience and conflicting desires and out-of-her-depth-yet-working-to-hang-on-anyway-ness. Pike puts on a Canadian accent, but I didn't notice any issues. I listened to it last summer over a couple afternoons while pushing my son's stroller while he napped, and I greatly enjoyed the experience despite the Florida heat.

You Only Live Twice, on the other hand, drags on and on when you have to listen to someone read every word, even if you use your iPod's "speed up" feature. It's also worse on a second read, since you know that all the stuff in the first half where Bond gets taught how to "be Japanese" isn't even going to matter. His Japanese-ness doesn't help him on his mission, it's never put to the test, it doesn't change anything about him. So why do we have to listen to so much about the cultures and the mores? Martin Jarvis is a great reader; I wish he had more action scenes to work with, because he's good at them. He does good with the various parts-- I think he could play M well-- but particularly excels with "Tiger" Tanaka, the head of the Japanese secret service, who really comes to life as a full character in  Jarvis's performance. The bit where Tanaka remembers the beauty of being a kamikaze pilot was actually a bit moving. But overall, it felt like it dragged on for ages, at 7½ hours to Spy Who's five.

I am curious about some of the other ones now, but as I near the end of the novel series (just Octopussy & The Living Daylights and The Man with the Golden Gun to go), I think I've had enough of Bond to last me a while, so Hugh Bonneville's Goldfinger will have to wait until I start to get nostalgic.

03 June 2020

Review: You Only Live Twice by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 274 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1964)
Acquired October 2019
Read January 2020
You Only Live Twice by Ian Fleming

This starts good, with a broken Bond reeling from the death of his wife at the end of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. It continues okay, with Bond traveling to Japan, and Fleming doing an unusually good job immersing one in the local color. (Fleming is often decent at this kind of thing, but this is one of his better takes in terms of how interesting it is. On the other hand, I somehow suspect it is reductive and not entirely inaccurate!)

Where it all falls down for me is that basically Bond bumps into the man who killed his wife by complete coincidence! There's no feeling of comeuppance or vindication here; Bond just happens to discover a plot by Blofeld. And though I love the idea of Blofeld's garden of poisonous plants, it's like: that's it? He's just hanging out there? Where's an even more dastardly plot? Fleming tries to explain this by saying Blofeld's gone totally insane... but that's not really satisfying. Imagine if after killing Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Vader went nuts off screen so that when Luke met up with him again, killing him was a doddle. Meh.

And what's the point of the epilogue where Bond loses his memory?

There's a really good "Bond's wife was killed and now he's angry" novel to be written, but this isn't it. And of course, the films didn't deliver on that potential either, thanks to the departure of George Lazenby.

Book Rankings (So Far):
  1. Casino Royale
  2. On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  3. Dr No
  4. Thunderball
  5. Moonraker
  6. For Your Eyes Only
  7. From Russia with Love
  8. The Spy Who Loved Me 
  9. You Only Live Twice
  10. Live and Let Die
  11. Goldfinger
  12. Diamonds are Forever

11 June 2019

Review: On Her Majesty's Secret Service by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 326 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1963)
Acquired April 2019
Read May 2019
On Her Majesty's Secret Service by Ian Fleming

This was really good. After the events of Thunderball (allowing for Bond's American vacation in The Spy Who Loved Me), Bond has been tracking down Blofeld, but to little avail, and he feels like he's being wasted on detective work. Driving back from a mission, he meets Tracy, a damaged woman who captivates him, and he ends up helping her feel wanted for the first time in a long while, and her father-- leader of the Corsican underworld-- tries to get him to settle down with her. Then, following a lead, Bond ends up infiltrating an alpine Swiss resort where it seems Blofeld might be hiding; Blofeld's given himself away by writing to the College of Arms to get himself a title.

Fleming is firing on all cylinders here. Even though the book's two plots could feel only tenuously connected, they interact much more organically than the way books like Goldfinger or Thunderball open. Tracy is a convincing love interest for Bond; one can imagine that he would settle down with her because they clearly love each other for who they are, damage and all, rather than wanting each other to change.

The parts with Bond infiltrating Blofeld's clinic are good; Fleming's focus on pedantic detail serves him well when writing about heraldry, and when focusing on Bond as an infiltrator. I like how there's a countdown of sorts once the Secret Service agent from Station Z is captured by SPECTRE, and  Bond must work quickly and efficiently but unobtrusively to find a way out of the situation. The way Blofeld's plot slowly reveals itself is well-handled, and the action sequences are excellent, some of the most tense in the series, as Bond must make two escapes down a mountain, one via skis, the other via bobsled. Fleming makes you feel the intensity and the struggle of these escapes. As always, things are difficult and grueling for the literary Bond. The only thing I don't like is that Blofeld's plan feels like a reduction of stakes after the previous book, less grand and less interesting, while it should be bigger and bolder.

The very end is famous-- I knew what was coming even though I've never read the book or seen the film-- and it works, even if it's obvious. It really is devastating. Overall, this is probably the best Bond book, except for maybe the first one.

Some other notes: Bond using the phrase "Sucks to you" was not a thing I expected, nor was him being familiar with the St. Trinian's films. There is a nice callback to Casino Royale at the beginning (we are reminded how much Bond cared for Vesper), which sets up the more emotionally vulnerable Bond of this novel. This was the first Bond novel to be written after the film series began, and Fleming explains why Bond has a Scottish accent on screen by explaining that Bond's father was a Scot, something previously not mentioned. He also debuts the (real) motto of the (real) Bond family, "The world is not enough," which would give its name to a Pierce Brosnan film. The weirdest reference to the films, though, is that Bond sees Ursula Andress, who played Honey Ryder in Dr. No, in Blofeld's clinic!

Next Week: One last James Bond book, but not a novel-- I hit up some 007 comics!

Book Rankings (So Far):
  1. Casino Royale
  2. On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  3. Dr No
  4. Thunderball
  5. Moonraker
  6. For Your Eyes Only
  7. From Russia with Love
  8. The Spy Who Loved Me
  9. Live and Let Die
  10. Goldfinger
  11. Diamonds are Forever

04 June 2019

Review: The Spy Who Loved Me by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 198 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1962)
Acquired November 2018
Read December 2018
The Spy Who Loved Me
by Ian Fleming with Vivienne Michel

One wonders if, having perfected the James Bond plot in Thunderball, Fleming felt his only option for going on was to abandon it completely. The Spy Who Loved Me is told from the first-person perspective of a young Canadian woman who was largely raised in England and is now traveling the United States; it covers her entire life up until she meets Bond, which means he doesn't appear until the 58% mark, when he happens to stop at the motel where she's being menaced by a pair of gangsters.

I like it but I don't love it. Like with his experiments in For Your Eyes Only, I think Fleming is surprisingly good at straight literary fiction, but this doesn't quite measure up to them. Fleming has an interesting objective here of exploring the tensions between a woman's sexual desires and the kind of sex both men and society expect of her (one gets quite a negative image of "sexual liberation"), and there's an effective undercurrent of minor tragedy to the whole thing. But other writers have certainly covered these areas with more insight than him, and the coda where the fatherly police chief tells Vivienne to get over Bond was a bit obnoxiously paternalistic.

Still, one is never un-entertained (I can really only say that of one Bond novel so far), and the climax is Fleming doing his Fleming thing the best he can: a small-scale series of action scenes that are nonetheless intense for how real and difficult Fleming writes it. Killing is never easy, even when it's James Bond against two small-scale mobsters. I enjoyed reading it, but it will never be my favorite Bond novel.

Next Week: Blofeld is back... in On Her Majesty's Secret Service!

28 May 2019

Review: Thunderball by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 336 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1961)
Acquired April 2018
Read July 2018
Thunderball by Ian Fleming

Like a lot of Bond novels, this one has a somewhat daffy pre-adventure. You know the films always start with him, like, skiing to recover tapes in Antarctica, or rappelling down dams? Thunderball begins with M sending Bond to do a cleanse at a health clinic. It's connected to the main plot of the book by the thinnest of threads, a thread so thin Bond even calls it out as being a ridiculous coincidence from a poorly written thriller! Still there are some good jokes; Bond suddenly has a comedy Scottish housekeeper I don't remember from previous books, but she's a delight. Bond, it turns out, despises tea ("that flat, soft, time-wasting opium of the masses") and desires spaghetti bolognese more than any other food.

The actual plot is one of Fleming's best, I reckon. It's interesting how different the kind of things book Bond does are to what film Bond does. Book Bond is an investigator, a man who works subtly and slowly. The world is being blackmailed by stolen nuclear warheads, and still Bond has to check out a potential suspect slowly and subtly, verifying his suspicions by posing as a would-be property buyer before calling in the big guns. But Fleming excels at this kind of detail work; it plays to his strength as a writer, which is to use minutiae to be utterly convincing. This is the reason SPECTRE (finally introduced in this book, though Bond doesn't meet Blofeld, or even know he exists) works; their operations are depicted with such thought and precision that they seem plausible even in their absurdity.

As always, Bond is kind of obnoxious. There's a bit where he and Felix complain about overpriced food and watered-down drinks and they're total snobs. There's another bit where Bond ruminates on what makes female drivers so bad. But that leads into the fact that this female driver drives like a man, and Fleming is so good at this kind of thing that you instantly understand how sexy that makes her. Just from the way she drives a car, and short but meticulous description of her outfit, and Fleming reels you in.

If you think about it, not a lot actually happens, but it happens carefully and suspensefully (as always the fight scenes are physical and engrossing; this one has a particularly good final showdown) and the gambling scenes put you on the edge of your seat, and that's the hallmark of an excellent James Bond novel.

Next Week: Vivienne Michel tells us about The Spy Who Loved Me!

21 May 2019

Review: For Your Eyes Only by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 232 pages
Published 2006 (contents: 1959-60)
Acquired and read November 2017
For Your Eyes Only by Ian Fleming

This isn't the eighth James Bond novel, but rather the first James Bond short story collection. There are five in total, varying from typical Bond spycraft in short story form to more literary, domestic tales.

"From a View to a Kill" and "Risico" are the more typical Bond tales here; the first has Bond defeating a Soviet plot to intercept NATO intelligence despatches, while "Risico" sends Bond undercover to defeat a drug-smuggling operation. I enjoyed the former, imbued as it is with Fleming's usual attention to detail, and also a captivating female character that I wish we saw more of. On the other hand, "Risico" didn't seem to offer anything new.

"For Your Eyes Only" and "The Hildebrand Rarity" are a little more personal than normal. In the former, M sends Bond on a personal mission of vengeance, while in the latter, a vacationing Bond discovers an abusive marriage, a problem beyond the powers of Britain's top spy to do anything about. I liked both of these. "For Your Eyes" has another captivating woman for Bond to interact with, while "Hildebrand Rarity" is surprisingly interesting and complicated and violent.

The least Bondian story here is "Quantum of Solace," which is mostly a story a civil servant is telling Bond about a bad marriage. I really enjoyed it, and it's pretty clever what Fleming does with Bond here. The story would work on its own regardless as a horrific but all too plausible story of human cruelty, but having it framed with James Bond coming off an exciting adventure gives it a little extra oomph: "Suddenly the violent dramatics of his own life seemed very hollow." It leads to a nice moment of self-reflection for a man not terribly prone to it.

On the whole, I enjoyed the book. Fleming's spare style is suited to the short story, and some of his novels struggle to fill up a novel's worth of space, I think (e.g., Moonraker and Goldfinger), so giving him less space to work with fits his strengths as a writer.

Next Week: James Bond tries to prevent nuclear armageddon by hanging out in the Caribbean again... Thunderball!

17 October 2017

Review: Goldfinger by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 354 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1959)
Acquired and read June 2017
Goldfinger by Ian Fleming

It's okay if a James Bond adventure starts with a low-key escapade where Bond discovers the villain cheats at cards-- even if Fleming already pulled this one in Moonraker, he's good at it. It's also okay if a James Bond adventure starts with a low-key escapade where Bond discovers the villain cheats at golf-- though even Fleming struggles to make golf exciting. What's not okay is having 143 pages of your 354-page novel taken up by Bond rooting out cheaters. It's decidedly low stakes stuff, like the old Superman story where he stops someone from fixing up Ivy League football matches. I guess it oughtn't surprise me, though, because this James Bond novel is more about Bond versus people who violate English social norms than most: in addition to people who cheat at gentlemanly pursuits, this book is Fleming's most racist yet, with some really awful stuff about Koreans, plus Bond "cures" a lesbian, and Bond blames the death of one woman (in this book, two "Bond girls" die which seems a pretty poor showing; actually are they the first women to die in the series since Vesper?) on the fact that she wouldn't listen to him, and the fact that she wouldn't listen to him on the women's suffrage, which masculinized women and feminized men.

I found this to be a less satisfying Bond novel on the whole; in addition to the languid opening, Bond feels like a bystander for too much of the story, even if we do learn that behind the scenes, something he did caused contingencies to be put into motion that saved the day. The best part of the novel is the long car chase where Bond tales Goldfinger from England to Switzerland; as he usually does, Fleming makes something that could be dull in other hands quite tense through his explication of minute details. If the rest of the book had been this good, it would have been great. As it is, alas. I am still looking forward to the film.

(I was surprised that the story's most famous image, death by gold paint, doesn't actually appear on the page; Bond is just told it has happened by the victim's sister. It's on the cover and of course in the movie regardless.)

Next Week: I'm all caught up on James Bond novels, so I'm cycling onward to another reading project. Join me for three months of a return to Oz!

Book Rankings (So Far):
  1. Casino Royale
  2. Dr No
  3. Moonraker
  4. From Russia with Love
  5. Live and Let Die
  6. Goldfinger
  7. Diamonds are Forever

10 October 2017

Review: Dr No by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 309 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1958)
Acquired January 2017
Read February 2017
Dr No by Ian Fleming

I'm often impressed by how much Ian Fleming does with how little. The Bond films are often globetrotting epics with multiple high-stakes fights. Dr No shows that you can get a lot out of a man trying to sit still while a centipede crawls over his face-- somehow one of the most intense scenes in these novels thus far! Bond doesn't do a whole lot here, but Fleming's Bond is human, and thus he struggles for every little thing he does do. When Bond, Quarrel, and Honey Rider have to hide from Dr No's forces on Crab Key, it's riveting; Fleming's attention to detail always serves him well in scenes like this. Honey herself is probably one of the most fascinating female characters in this series yet, and Dr No a strangely Gothic villain. Unfortunately, Dr No works better as an offstage premise; I enjoyed the bits where Bond and Rider and trapped in his weird hotel, but once he's revealed as contrivedly part of the Cold War and Bond turns the tables on him, the book deflates somewhat, as Fleming hasn't come up with a plan that matches sufficiently to the uniqueness of the character he's created. Still, one of the more enjoyable of these books-- Fleming's love of Jamaica always serves him well.

Next Week: He's the man, the man with the Midas touch: James Bond meets Goldfinger!

03 October 2017

Review: From Russia with Love by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 337 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1957)
Acquired and read August 2016
From Russia with Love by Ian Fleming

This reads like the ultimate James Bond novel. Not in the sense that Fleming has outdone himself, or perfected the formula-- I still reckon that Casino Royale is the best of these, and I don't see any sign of formula yet, neither the one from the films nor one of the books' own-- but in the sense that it feels final. Charlie Higson's introduction indicates Fleming toyed with killing Bond off in this novel, but even if I didn't know that, you can see how this book looks back at the trends and tropes of the earlier Bond novels and exploits them. Basically, the Russians note Bond's predilection for vulnerable women (seen in four of the five novels so far) and exploit it, staging a defection of an attractive young female cipher clerk in order to implicate Bond in a scandal. I'm curious to see where the novels go from here: is this trope done with, or will Fleming just keep using it anyway?

The format is a bit different than what we've seen previously. Bond doesn't show up for the first third of the novel, which instead details the inner workings of SMERSH, the Soviet counterintelligence organization. (Does SMERSH ever make it on screen? All of the film adaptations I've seen so far have excised the Russians for various reasons, and "SMERSH" is a dumb-sounding word, even if it was kind of a real thing. But if SMERSH makes it on screen ever, it must be in the film of this book, so I guess I'll see soon.) Here, Fleming's obsession with minute details serves him well: instead of carefully delineating meals or weaponry, we get the operations of Soviet intelligence and counterintelligence. I don't know if real Soviet intelligence organizations operated like this, but I would believe they would. It's a cold, clinical world where everyone does what they're told out of either total fear and paranoia or psychopathic glee.

Fleming times his switchover perfectly: exactly at the point where I was like, "Okay, where's James Bond?" the action switches to England. Honestly, the middle third of the novel is probably the weakest. Well, sort of. Bond goes to Istanbul, and we get to meet Kerim, the Head of T (MI6 operations in Istanbul), and he is a very entertaining character: he runs the Cold War as a sort of game, business, and family operation all in one. On the other hand, there's actually not a whole lot of relevance that happens in this section-- when Bond and Kerim go to see some gypsies, it has the sort of page-filling feel of the horse races in Diamonds are Forever. Lots of local flavor and color, but it's not really put to much use. Honestly, most of these Bond novels so far have been kind of weirdly plotted, except for Live and Let Die; I wonder if Fleming will get better at this as the series goes on.

The interest of all the local color is of course undermined by Bond's disgust at foreigners. Right from landing in Istanbul, it's all matter-of-fact racism from him: "So these dark, ugly, neat little [customs] officials were the modern Turks. He listened to their voices, full of broad vowels and quiet sibilants and modified u-sounds, and he watched the dark eyes that belied the soft, polite voices. [...] They were eyes that kept the knife-hand in sight without seeming to, that counted the grains of meal and the small fractions of coin and noted the flicker of the merchant's fingers. They were hard, untrusting, jealous eyes. Bond didn't take to them." Like, holy cow, Bond, even their "modified u-sounds" are evil? Bond likes Kerim, but of course Kerim's mother was English. It's this stuff that prevents one from fully engaging in the otherwise lavish descriptions of "exotic" Istanbul. Will I have to put up with this casual racism the whole rest of the series?

The last third of the novel is better, though. Like in Live and Let Die and Diamonds are Forever, we have Bond protecting a woman while on a slow-moving form of transport; the Russians really have figured out what it takes to make him fall in love with someone. It's tense and Fleming keeps the tension escalating throughout. If this part is done on screen as is, I can see it being really intense and captivating. I'm still impressed by how much Fleming makes you feel the pain Bond is in, and how hard it is for Bond to do things that look simple on screen-- like grab a gun while wrestling an opponent-- in a way that's completely captivating.

I'd place this in the middle of the Bond novels thus far: not as good as Casino Royale or Moonraker, but better than Live and Let Die or Diamonds are Forever. I'm interested enough to keep reading, at least.

Next Week: The sixth novel, but the first film: Dr No!

26 September 2017

Review: Diamonds are Forever by Ian Fleming

Every four months, I read another James Bond novel, and starting this week, I'll be catching up on my reviews of them for a bit, starting with #4:

Mass market paperback, 290 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1956)
Acquired and read March 2016
Diamonds are Forever by Ian Fleming

Possible they get worse after this, of course, but thus far this is definitely my least favorite James Bond novel. It's just unpleasant on a number of levels. First is that the whole thing is grotty: Bond is sent to America to find the end of a diamond-smuggling pipeline, but he seems to be sneering about everything in the whole country. I mean, Bond is often kind of a classist jerk, but he usually does things that classist jerks like doing and enjoys them; here, he's always grumbling about how much he doesn't like America, doesn't like horse-racing, doesn't like Vegas. It's not very fun to read about.

Second, the bad guys never convince as being in his league given what he's faced down in the last three books. Diamond smugglers? Hardly a threat to king and country. Fleming lays it on a bit thick with a briefing scene early on where M tells Bond how dangerous these American gangs on, which is 1) really over done and 2) kind of weird, given that Bond fought some American gangs two books ago. What Bond goes on to do doesn't seem very 00-agent worthy (the horseracing diversion is particularly pointless), and the pipeline unravels extraordinarily easily. When shortly before his confrontation with the villain, Bond observes that he's "thoroughly bored" and you have to wonder why Fleming wrote that in, since this reader just wanted to agree with him.

Lastly, Bond sinks to new lows in terms of racism and homophobia. I assume Fleming must have taken some flack for Live and Let Die because this book has a scene where Bond 1) explains how much he loves black people, honestly some of his best friends are black people and 2) complains that you can't say the n-word like you used to, because some people just get so offended.* Seriously, Fleming has the audacity to follow a scene where Bond cringes at the very thought of being massaged by a black man with the line, "Bond had a natural affection for coloured people." Like, just own the racism if you're gonna do it! Later on we get a pair of killers, Kidd and Wint, about which Bond's American counterpart (formerly, anyway, as following Live and Let Die, he's gone freelance) Felix Leiter says, "[Kidd] [p]robably shacks up with Wint. Some of these homos make the worst killers." Whoa.

All that said, Fleming can still do good work when it comes to the creation of tension and suspense. The idea that one of the gang leaders is so into Westerns he built his own ghost town, where Bond ends up confronting him, feels like something the movies would do, but it pays off in terms of a harrowing desert escape for Bond and his current love interest, Tiffany Case. I did like the idea of an assassin so terrified of travel he lists his blood group on his luggage (I've no idea what Fleming is on about with a "blood group F," though.)

Bond's interactions with Case make her one of the better "Bond girls" thus far: you can feel the two of them seducing the other as the novel goes, and we once again see (as in Casino Royale) that Bond yearns for a traditional English domesticity he can never have as long as he fights to protect it for others. A funny artifact of reading this 1956 novel exactly sixty years later is that "Tiffany" is supposed to be a weird name (she's named after the jewelers). In the decade I was born, "Tiffany" was in the Top 20 Girl Names in America, so I've always known women named Tiffany. But back in 1956, it wasn't even in the Top 1,000! Apparently it's a pretty recent invention as a first name (inspired by the film Breakfast at Tiffany's), but I had no idea.

Next Week: Hopefully it's a better James Bond novel than this one: From Russia with Love!

* This is told in the form of a flashback to Live and Let Die, actually, but it is original to this novel.

19 January 2016

Review: Moonraker by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 310 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1955)
Acquired September 2015
Read October 2015
Moonraker by Ian Fleming

Moonraker is distinguished by being the only James Bond (apparently) where Bond neither has sex nor leaves England. I don't really have much to say about the former, but the latter is kind of fascinating; this book gives us a glimpse of what Bond is like between missions. It's clear he really only comes to life when traveling abroad for Her Majesty's Government; when he's in England, he's trapped, a caged animal forced to act civilized to fit in with everyone else, and hating it. Fleming's depiction of Bond as a barbarian disguised as a member of the British elite is my favorite part of these novels, and Moonraker gives us some new angles on it by never leaving England.

The opening of the novel is another high-stakes card game, where Bond helps M out with a man cheating at bridge; I'm learning that no one can make a card game feel high stakes quite as well as Fleming! The latter part of the book, where Bond helps foil a plot by the same man, isn't quite as interesting, though there's a very tense car chase sequence. Gala Brand has probably been the best "Bond girl" so far, a competent professional who has her own life, though I can't help but feel the narrator sneers at her a bit for being a woman.

Casino Royale has clearly been the best of these books so far, but it's also quite interesting how little they resemble the formula I know from the films. Do they ever get there, or is that formula entirely an invention of the big screen? I guess I'll find out as I continue to read.

Next Week: I'm all caught up on my James Bond novels, so it's time to catch up on something else: Doctor Who and Christmas!

12 January 2016

Review: Live and Let Die by Ian Fleming

Mass market paperback, 280 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1954)
Acquired April 2015
Read May 2015
Live and Let Die by Ian Fleming

It's fascinating how low-key many of these early James bond novels are. Unlike the thrill-a-minute rides that are the films, Live and Let Die is much more about surveillance and suspense: Bond and his American counterpart Felix Leiter spend the beginning of this book eating fried chicken in Harlem as they get the lowdown on a criminal mastermind; then Bond and his newest girl, Solitaire, ride a train. Things do get violent in both cases, but it's a far cry from the chases and explosions you see on screen.

My two main takeaways from reading this book were 1) I really wanted to eat some fried chicken and 2) the final action sequence, where Bond and Solitaire are dragged by a boat through shark-filled waters, is hugely intense. Fleming knows how to write some action.

Next Week: More card games! No sex! Moonraker!

05 January 2016

Review: Casino Royale by Ian Fleming

Over at Unreality SF, I've got a review up of Series Nine of Jago & Litefoot, which came out back in April I think! So much Big Finish product, so little time! There have been two J&L releases since then, geeze.

Mass market paperback, 213 pages
Published 2006 (originally 1953)
Acquired November 2014
Read December 2014
Casino Royale by Ian Fleming

I've long been attracted to the Penguin editions of the James Bond novels, longingly gazing at their delightful retro covers by Richie Fahey. I've seen a random assortment of the films (though I only became dedicated enough to go to the theatres regularly when Daniel Craig took over), but never read the books, and in the end, I decided to work my way through them, reading one volume every four months.

Casino Royale is an interesting book. I was surprised how interesting Fleming could make a game of baccarat, and I was surprised at how low-key most of the novel is. In contrast to the Bond films, where it's one death-defying escape after another, most of this book is spent with Bond sizing up the opposition; all that really happens in the first half is that someone tries to kill Bond and fails due to their own incompetence!

As a portrait of masculinity, it's fascinating. The body, face, and clothing of Bond's love interest Vesper Lynd is described in precise detail (and Fleming is actually quite good at this sort of thing), and I soon realized that it wasn't just women that were described this way, but four things: women, meals, technical devices (including cars), and Bond's physical opponents. Nothing else is worthy of concentrated attention, but these things are worth lavish detail that delineate them with utter precision. Sex, women, gadgets, violence-- what else does a man need?

The last couple chapters of the book, where James and Vesper live together while they recuperate and fall in love, and Bond knows something is wrong but won't let himself admit it, is surprisingly effective, as is the sudden emotional turn Bond makes when he discovers Vesper's secret: "Their love and his grief were relegated to the boxroom of his mind. Later, perhaps, they would be dragged out, dispassionately examined, and then bitterly thrust back with other sentimental baggage he would rather forget." James Bond may want to love, but if he is to do his job, he cannot afford to let himself do so.

Next Week: James Bond hits the United States and eats lots of fried chicken in Live and Let Die!