The nastiest and most sadistic writing of our day
Posted September 30, 2011on:
Alarmed at the growing popularity of James Bond in schools, Ian Fleming acted like a gentleman; he tried to destroy his hero’s reputation by writing a cautionary tale. Villains and spies are dirty little men and you shouldn’t fall in love with them. Or so he said, after the newspapers called this book salacious drivel and he was taken to task over it on a television programme. And so the policeman says to Vivienne Michel, the woman who wrote this book, just before she puts on her fur-lined goggles and zooms off on her Vespa.
Thanks to Ian Fleming’s mastery with words and images, I didn’t make her mistake. I didn’t fall in love with James Bond. That sweet brutality can’t fool me. I’m unmoved by the sight of a bronzed chest gleaming with water after a dip in the lake. Bond’s manly way of seizing a woman and pressing his body tight against hers won’t work with me. Oh no! And as for that heavy duty pistol. Phooey!
Thank you Ian Fleming. Lesson learned.
Note: The headline is a quote from Charles Stainsby, editor of Today newspaper, 1962, writing about The Spy Who Loved Me by Ian Fleming