Solely, exclusively there for our entertainment. Meet James Bond, no middle name that we’re aware of.
Between the pages they met: a gruff figure of authority, reassuringly in charge of the British Secret Service a physically revolting villain with a benzedrine inhaler, three razor blades and expensive false teeth, but minus a proper name a beautiful lady who gets parcelled up in her own skirt a cheerful Frenchman always happy to help out with a radio set and convenient kitchen sink psychology when needed a cheerful Texan delighted to help out with 32 million francs and keeping the lady absolutely safe while the hero is playing games with the villain. On 13th April 2018 it’s exactly 65 years since readers could pick up the Jonathan Cape first edition of Ian Fleming’s ‘Casino Royale’. If you mean, however, your own illustrious career in said service, which could have taken a turn for the finish line with these memorable words … well, that career is still very much alive. With Vesper Lynd you might be excused to think she has just left the building for good, in so doing putting an end to a rather testing affair, even by the standards of the Secret Service. Casino Royale first edition cover by Jonathan Cape image courtesy wikipediaĪctually, that depends very much, Mr Bond.
