Still not an amazing book, but better and marginally less preposterous than some of the more recent Bonds. It’s not particularly discriminatory either, as Fleming books go, despite being lazily sexist more or less throughout.
The plot’s not bad and placing an unarmed Bond in danger in a comparatively plausible way is quite well done. The overall conspiracy is, of course, utterly ludicrous, but although it’s spoken of as being plausible, it’s never really suggested in the book that this is the case, so maybe we’ll let Fleming off that one.
Overall, reasonably enjoyable Bond fare.
God I’m bored of this story. If you read the James Bond books, and see the James Bond films, you end up getting this story three times. This is one of the earlier versions, but it’s the last I’ve come to. After Thunderball the film (which is Connery’s third-weakest film), and Never Say Never Again (which is Connery’s second-weakest) I read this bored with the tedious plot.
Still, I guess of the three, this is the more interesting version. At least you get a bit of Felix Leiter, and the diving scenes aren’t as mind-numbingly dull as those in the film. For all of this, though, the book drags and drags and drags, and although Bond and Leiter seem incapable of working out what’s coming next, the reader can see pretty much every plot point coming pages in advance.
The best news is that this means we’re nearing the end of the Bond extravaganza. The bad news is that it’s been some time since there’s been a good story (excluding the short stories) and I don’t hold a great deal of hope for future novels.
A delightful, charming book - one of the funniest I’ve read in years - that sets out politely what is wrong with society when it comes to its relationship with women, and what can be done to fix it. Moran doesn’t pull her punches, but neither is she either unkind or unfair, and the end result is a fantastic polemic, that any sensible human being can only come to agree with.
And did I say how funny it is? I did, yes, but I’d still like to say it again. It’s only idiots that think that women can’t be funny, but should you come across any, this is a book you can throw in their general direction. Buy the hardback. Aim for the balls.