Jesse, I haven't read
Live and Let Die,
but I've read others, and Fleming is about as crude as you can pretty well imagine. He's sexually crude too, which always sort of flew in the face of the suave-good-guy image people take away from the movies. Sort of like Mickey Spillane, only less self-consciously hard-boiled. Anyway, less self-aware.
Also, there will be Bond-torture before the novel ends. Guaranteed.
Sort of like Mickey Spillane, only less self-consciously hard-boiled. Anyway, less self-aware.
Yeah, ew. I think I'll forget it. Thanks.
Well of Lost Plots,
the third book in the Fforde series, was my favorite by far.
I started
What Was She Thinking: Notes on a Scandal
last night. It's based on the Mary Kay LaTorneau case (teacher has an affair with a student). I have to look up what review made me think this was a worthwhile read. So far (60 pages in or so) the author just seems really self-congratulatory and show-offy. It's distracting from the plot.
Jesse, isn't "Live and Let Die" the one that obsesses about the "Chigroes", who are Chinese/Negro mulattoes? Ew. Maybe that was in Dr. No...
Maybe that was in Dr. No...
That's my vague recollection. And Man with the Golden Gun had the "homosexuals can't whistle" bit.
Well of Lost Plots, the third book in the Fforde series, was my favorite by far.
I bought this a while ago but haven't read it yet. I guess I should move it to the top of my TBR pile.
And you know what? I STILL read them. I read James Bond. In my adolescence, I read Fu Manchu. I can overlook a lot. Shame on me.
I read all the James Bond novels as a teen, same way I read all the Agatha Christie mysteries. I recall them being dated, but don't remember much else, except bogglement at how different they were from the movies.
Jesse, isn't "Live and Let Die" the one that obsesses about the "Chigroes", who are Chinese/Negro mulattoes? Ew.
Ew. As far as I got, it was all about Observing The Negro In His Native Environment. (I.e, Harlem) Lots of "dialect," and "Negresses" and whatnot.
Dr. No
is probably the one Betsy's thinking of. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I never read
Live and Let Die,
and I remember the whole strange thing about the Chigroes. Then again, I also remember the extremely casual comment in one of those books about how emasculated American men are because they let their wives drive them places (presumably, to work).
You're not a REAL MAN until you've left your wife at home to
walk
to the grocery store.