Yes, Megan. Came out around 1953 or so. (Yes, I have all the Bonds written by Fleming. I would say "novels," except For Your Eyes Only is a collection of shorter stories, two of which were combined for the movie. And I remain of the opinion that The Spy Who Loved Me could have made a great movie.)
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
It doesn't have a movie cover so I'll wait.
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It's people like this who are the reason it took me weeks to find a non-movie cover version of LotR to replace my water-damaged set after they were destroyed in a terrible humidifier incident.
The stupid burns. I should be happy that people at least are in a bookstore, but when I worked at Barnes & Noble, people used to come up to me and ask for the blue book.
They never meant the Kelley Blue Book. It was always that one book with the blue cover, no author, title, or genre to be found in their pointy heads.
Of course, this customer would get Casino Royale home and be like, WTF is all this World War II crap doing in here!
Cause, as faithful as the movie might be (and I'm pretty sure it's not), it sure doesn't look period. The description of the villain, on like page 3, depends strongly on a WWII context. Which I thought was really cool -- it's hard to come up with a scenario where a guy could have no name and no nationality. WWII displaced persons camps are about the only scenario I can think of in the modern era.
The stupid burns. I should be happy that people at least are in a bookstore, but when I worked at Barnes & Noble, people used to come up to me and ask for the blue book.
The same thing used to happen at Border5s. All.the.time. "It was blue, and it was on your front table a month ago. How could you not know what book I'm talking about?...No, I don't know the title or the author."
It's always blue. I don't know why.
It's always blue. I don't know why.
It is. I think blue is still statistically the favorite color of the majority of people in the US, or at least that was the way I explained it to myself.
They may not be that stupid--my mom, who had her own bookstore for 25 years and can name any book by any author, can NOT remember movie titles to save her life. When I order stuff for her on Netflix, it's always a guessing game.
"I'd like to see that movie again, 'The Big Knife.' "
"I don't know that one."
"Yes, it has Paul Newman. Your father and I saw it on our anniversary when you were younger"
"Are you sure that's the title?"
"You know, it's set in the '30s. Robert Redford is in it".
"The Sting?"
"Yes, that's the one."
I get "It was the green one, over there before you rearranged the shelves two years ago" at the library desk all the time. Often from librarians. Sometimes I actually know what they're talking about!
I once found a kid an online study he'd been looking at earlier based on the subject matter and "the page was aqua."
Yeah, I suppose "stupid" isn't the term I want to use, and it's not quite willful ignorance, either. Hmm.
I just can't fathom walking into a bookstore to look for a book by its cover, without any other identifying information. Then again, I probably don't consume media like most Americans.