Bond’s guard is let down and we get a true sense of the man grieving behind the Beretta. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is Fleming’s 11th Bond novel and a surprisingly tender turn for the traditionally lust-filled secret agent. However, I wouldn’t suggest a reprint with this language removed much like Huck Finn, it’s eye-opening to see the cultural climate the author was writing in.Ĩ. Be forewarned: 1) the settings are somewhat drab and 2) this book’s major - major - flaw is its racist language. Big, who sits atop SMERSH (aka a fictional Russian intelligence agency) and leads Bond down a dark and dangerous journey through the Everglades, Harlem, and other moody haunts. Bond babe and fortune-teller Solitaire is ensnarled with the Voodoo Baron of Death, Mr. The second book in the James Bond series, Fleming absolutely tortures Bond in this novel and it’s gripping to imagine the effortless and unstoppable secret agent crumble, then equally as hoorah-worthy when he bounces back.
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