Ian Fleming. All the Bonds first, in order. I’m up to Thunderball. It’s clear that Bond

is how Fleming saw himself. Very strange man. Women don’t last long, he seems

to react to them the same way as to a fast car, doing rapid gear changes. Some

of his comments are astounding. And as for the implicit racism, don’t get me

started. On the other hand, his pace, style and overall readability is fine.

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