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Journal of No. 118


May 18th, 2012

The Spy Who Loved Me, by Ian Fleming @ 04:36 pm

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The book has absolutely nothing to do with the film, so it's kind of like a brand new, authentic, Fleming Bond. Except that it isn't. 'Spy' is told first person from the POV of a young woman, and Bond doesn't show up until the final third. It almost reads like a Mary Sue fanfic. The first third is her sexual biography, told in flashback and filmed in Slightly-Prurient-o-Vision. In the middle third, she's taken hostage by cartoonish thugs, whose main sources of enjoyment are making her cook for them and making insinuations of impending rape. In the final third, Bond stumbles accidentally upon the scene to save her, and his main sources of enjoyment are making her cook for him, killing bad guys, and finishing up with a one night stand. The main character, Vivienne Michel, is perhaps the best thing about the novel, a reasonably interesting and lifelike character study (coming from a guy who thought it reasonable to create a female character named Pussy Galore who heads a criminal gang of lesbian trapeze artists). The worst thing about the novel is everything else. I like that it strays wildly from the formula, something like the couple stories written from Jeeves' or Sherlock's POV, but unlike those, this one doesn't turn out successfully.
 
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From:britgeekgrrl
Date:May 19th, 2012 01:10 am (UTC)
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Indeed, Vivienne was a surprisingly palatable character but OH GOD, you nailed it in calling it a Marty-Stu fic, fer shure.

I luv Fleming to bits, but it's not like he was a flawless writer. :)
From:stevenkaye
Date:May 19th, 2012 02:05 am (UTC)
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If I remember right, the two thugs inspired the painfully camp hitman duo in the movie of Diamonds Are Forever.
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From:essentialsaltes
Date:May 19th, 2012 04:49 am (UTC)
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There is nothing camp about 'Horror' and 'Sluggsy', but in the weird world of Hollywood adaptations, who knows?

Journal of No. 118