Sort of in honor of the 50th anniversary of the 1st Bond film. I just finished Diamonds Are Forever, #3 in the series.
I mentioned before that I originally read them all in my teens some 50 years ago and I am really enjoying the re-read.
Ian Fleming's brother Peter Fleming was a travel writer for "The London Times" and Ian borrows a bit of his style. The Bond books read like a travelogue in many places. It's kind of nostalgic re-living some of his descriptions. The following passage reminds me of my 1st trip to Las Vegas in the '60's.....
The heat hit Bond’s face like a fist, and he had begun to sweat in the fifty yards between his cool plane and the blessed relief of the air-conditioned terminal building. The glass doors, operated by seeing-eye photo-electric cells, hissed open as he approached and slowly closed behind him, and already the slot-machines, four banks of them, were right in his path. It was natural to bring out the small change and jerk the handles and watch the lemons and the oranges and the cherries and the bell-fruits whirl round to their final click-pause-ting, followed by a soft mechanical sigh. Five cents, ten cents, a quarter. Bond gave them all a try, and only once two cherries and a bell fruit coughed back three coins for the one he had played.
I felt like I was walking along with Bond, James Bond.
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