The Spy Who Loved Me by Ian Fleming, 221 pages
I did not care much for this novel. It is written in the
first person and through the eyes of a Canadian woman named Vivienne Michel or
Viv. The first third of the novels tells of her growing up and forays into
adulthood. From her first parties to her first crush and first heartbreak it
tells it all in explicit detail. The story seems to hop from one love affair to
another with not much of her life in between. Finally it finds her working at a
small motel in the Adirondack Mountains.
In the second third she is being harassed and abused by some
street toughs named Sluggsy and Horror. They claim to be sent by her boss but
they mean her no good. Finally in the third part we get to see Bond show up and
do what he does best. Despite the slow start the book manages to end with
explosions and gun battles that really should be in every Bond novel. The book ends with a moral that we are supposed
to take away but it seems halfhearted at best.
Hopefully the next Fleming novel will return to the old
style and give us the thrilling story that Bond is supposed to be.
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