Description: A Lancia Spyder with its hood down tore past him, cut in cheekily across his bonnet and pulled away, the sexy boom of its twin exhausts echoing back at him. It was a girl driving, a girl with a shocking pink scarf tied round her hair. And if there was one thing that set James Bond really moving, it was being passed at speed by a pretty girl.
When Bond rescues a beautiful, reckless girl from self-destruction, he finds himself with a lead on one of the most dangerous men in the world—Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the head of SPECTRE. In the snow-bound fastness of his Alpine base, Blofeld is conducting research that could threaten the safety of the world. To thwart the evil genius, Bond must get himself and the vital information he has gathered out of the base and keep away from SPECTRE’s agents.—Goodreads.
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Ian Lancaster Fleming was an English writer, best known for his postwar James Bond series of spy novels. Fleming came from a wealthy family connected to the merchant bank Robert Fleming & Co., and his father was the Member of Parliament (MP) for Henley from 1910 until his death on the Western Front in 1917. Educated at Eton, Sandhurst, and, briefly, the universities of Munich and Geneva, Fleming moved through several jobs before he started writing. While working for Britain's Naval Intelligence Division during the Second World War, Fleming was involved in planning Operation Goldeneye and in the planning and oversight of two intelligence units: 30 Assault Unit and T-Force. He drew from his wartime service and his career as a journalist for much of the background, detail, and depth of his James Bond novels. Fleming wrote his first Bond novel, Casino Royale, in 1952, at age 44. It was a success, and three print runs were commissioned to meet the demand. Eleven Bond novels and two collections of short stories followed between 1953 and 1966. The novels centre around James Bond, an officer in the Secret Intelligence Service, commonly known as MI6. Bond is also known by his code number, 007, and was a commander in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. The Bond stories rank among the best-selling series of fictional books of all time, having sold over 100 million copies worldwide. Fleming also wrote the children's story Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang and two works of non-fiction. In 2008, The Times ranked Fleming 14th on its list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945". Fleming was married to Ann Fleming. She had divorced her husband, the 2nd Viscount Rothermere, because of her affair with the author. Fleming and Ann had a son, Caspar. Fleming was a heavy smoker and drinker for most of his life and succumbed to heart disease in 1964 at the age of 56. Two of his James Bond books were published posthumously; other writers have since produced Bond novels. Fleming's creation has appeared in film twenty-seven times, portrayed by six actors in the official film series.
The 11th Bond novel published by Ian Fleming was written at Fleming’s Jamaican property in 1962 while Doctor No was being filmed nearby.
Without a doubt this is Fleming’s most human and emotional portrayal of the British master spy. We see more depth to Bond’s character and Fleming provides more character development than in any of the previous installments in the series. We are also introduced to Tracy (Teresa di Vicenzo) who will become Bond’s wife.
Described as wild and reckless as Bond himself, Tracy is nonetheless shown in the peripheral, not so much about her as Bond’s reaction to her. We also meet her father and see how Fleming describes this mafia strongman as a resistance fighter in the war. Fleming’s use of characters’ war time experience in the novels is a recurring theme that the lines of good and evil can be blurred, most readily revealed as Bond’s own conscious about killing opponents.
This is of course also one of the Blofeld novels (along with Thunderball and You Only Live Twice – though he is more widely used in the films). Akin to Bond’s more humanistic elaboration, Fleming also takes more time to explore Blofeld’s past and shows an oddly individualistic and even vulnerable side to the arch villain.
One of the better Bond novels.
*** I watched the 1969 Peter R. Hunt film starring George Lazenby and Dianna Rigg. This is actually a GREAT Bond film. Lazenby made a really good Bond, too bad it all did not work out.
As a student volunteer at the Lilly Library at Indiana University, the staff gave me a tour of the library's rarest holdings, housed in a vault in the basement. In the vault are leather-bound, type-written pages of Ian Fleming's James Bond novels. The staff told me that Fleming produced the books directly on the typewriter. If that is true, readers can only marvel at the results. Fleming created one of the most enduring characters in popular literature and film. Millions have read the James Bond novels, and it is estimated that half the world's population has seen a James Bond film.
Readers familiar with the Bond films but approaching Fleming's novels for the first time will find familiar elements. There is exotic travel, fine food and drink, beautiful women, high-speed car and ski chases, high-stakes gambling, and Bond's narrow escapes from certain death. However, within the extended space of a novel, Bond is humanized in a way that he isn't in the films. The psychological pressure of maintaining cover as a spy is evident in the novel in a way the films cannot accommodate. In the book, Bond actually loses at gambling. In the movie, Bond only indicates a passing interest in a woman before becoming intimate. In the novel, Bond has to consider his approach, and rejection is possible. He even ponders the emptiness of his casual trysts.
Along with the character of Bond, Fleming created SPECTRE, an international terrorist organization nihilistically planning widespread death and mayhem without allegiance to any country, religion, or ideology. Today, it is not difficult to imagine the existence of such an organization. Fleming was prescient to imagine such a group in the post-World War II context.
Despite being written in 1963, the central plot of On Her Majesty's Secret Service is strikingly current. SPECTRE plots biological warfare against Britain's food supply, successfully triggering a fowl pest outbreak that nearly destroys the country's turkey supply. The country's other meat and crop staples also become targets. The recent bird flu outbreak in the States has sent egg prices soaring and created bare shelves in the egg section of grocery stores. That is one commodity. Targeting a country's overall supply of food staples would be economic warfare on an unimaginable scale.
The novel and its film version both end on a tragic note. Fleming gives the book's closing chapter the ironic title of "All the Time in the World." As the novel closes, readers realize that the time allotted to any of us is limited.
Readers familiar with the James Bond films but unfamiliar with the novels on which they were based will find On Her Majesty's Secret Service to be an imaginative and thrilling read.
Ian Fleming's 11th James Bond novel is an adventure with a capital A. There's drama, action, romance & even a little humour here & there. High up in the Swiss Alps SPECTRE leader Ernst Stavro Blofeld hatches another evil plot & it's down to secret agent 007 to defeat him. Once again Ian Fleming creates an array of wonderful characters. Marc Ange Draco, the extremely likable head of the Union Corse, is probably my favourite Fleming creation since Kerim Bay in From Russia With Love. His daughter, Tracy, is also a character who leaves a big impression on James Bond as well as the reader. The author takes us inside fascinating places, such as the College of Arms in London where Bond learns about heraldry. Fleming's superb prose pulls you effortlessly into these worlds whether he is describing a location, a meal or a nerve racking ski chase. This is still my favourite James Bond novel, from the tense opening chapter on a French beach right up to the shattering climax. Superb.
All he remembered, before sleep took him, was that she had said when it was all over, "That was heaven, James. Will you please come back when you wake up. I must have it once more." Then she had turned over on her side away from him and, without answering his last endearments, had gone to sleep - but not before he had heard that she was crying. What the hell? All cats are grey in the dark. True or false?
ALL CATS ARE GREY IN THE DARK
James Bond is driving through France, where he goes every year. Why? To visit Vesper Lynd's grave. He really loved her, for all his ugly words about her. I know he really loved her because she was the woman he was thinking of when he thought he was dead in Goldfinger. Fleming is not really one to play up the mushy stuff, but it's through these little tidbits that James's true feelings become clear.
As he drives to visit Vesper, he is crafting in his mind his letter of resignation to M. He is planning on resigning from the Secret Service. James is passed on the road by a woman driving very fast. Women who drive fast make Bond excited.
She loses him, but luckily when he arrives he finds they are staying in the same hotel. He asks around and finds out that she is La Comtesse Teresa di Vicenzo. Bond is disappointed to hear it - he thinks she is quite out of his league.
They run into each other at the casino, and Teresa suffers quite an embarrassing loss that she is unable to cover. Bond steps in like a man and casually covers the 20 million francs she owes. Then he proceeds to lose his remaining 20 million at the table, and goes to join her at the bar. The woman seems a bit sad and lifeless, so James needles her about their little race, claiming that he could have beaten her. This makes her suddenly come to life, as she argues she would have won.
The gambit succeeded. Vivacity came into her face and voice. "Oh, yes, I'd have beaten you anyway. I'd have passed you in the villages. Besides" - there was an edge of bitterness in her voice - "I would always be able to beat you. You want to stay alive."
James is starting to get the picture. Then, she hits him with this:
"My name is Tracy...Teresa was a saint. I am not a saint. ... I am not interested in conversation. And you have earned your reward." She rose abruptly. So did Bond, confused. "...There if you wish, you can make the most expensive piece of love of your life. It will have cost you forty million francs. I hope it will be worth it."
She instructs James to meet her in her room. There, things get even weirder. James sits on the edge of the bed, intending to ask her some questions and get to know her a bit. Tracy quickly shuts that down.
"I said 'no conversation.' Take off those clothes. Make love to me. You are handsome and strong. I want to remember what it can be like. Do anything you like. And tell me what you like and what you would like from me. Be rough with me. Treat me like the lowest whore in creation. Forget everything else. No questions. Take me."
Bond obeys, and an hour later, leaves her crying in bed (it's implied that this is because she's screwed up in the head and going through some issues, not because Bond physically hurt her or anything. Just clearing that up). He is confused, intrigued, and fascinated by this woman. He complies with her request to come back for round two, which he hopefully rates as 'a bit more affectionate' than round one. He is desperately looking for some sign of feeling from the woman. But after this second round of sex, instead of planning a fun day of eating and swimming and gambling together like Bond wants to do, the woman has a bit of a freak-out. She yells at him and curses at him, and orders him to get out of her room. She says he's lousy in bed. Bond can see she's obviously trying to drive him away and wound him, and he's very worried about her. She's obviously going through some heavy stuff.
It's because of this that he decides to play 'spy' and follow her when she goes to the beach. He's convinced she's suicidal and wants to watch over her and prevent her from killing herself if he can. But just when he catches up to her on the beach, they are both kidnapped.
And this is only the first four chapters out of a 27-chapter book! ...
HAPPINESS WITHOUT A SHADOW
Well, this is famous for being the most touching, most heartbreaking Bond book in the series. Just mentioning the title to a certain friend of mine makes her little face fall. "That book is so sad," she says in a grim voice. "So sad." And it is. This is only the second time we've seen Bond really in love with a woman - not since Vesper Lynd in Casino Royale has James ever had these kinds of feelings for a woman. And it's surprising.
Bond refuses the money but agrees to keep seeing Tracy. And at first I thought he was just doing it out of a sense of pity or obligation, but it is not so. We don't know this because he declares his feelings, or says he loves Tracy, or anything like that. We know it because there James has a new secretary named Mary Goodnight, and James does not want/try/consider having sex with her. That's it. That's the key. I love how Fleming does this. It's subtle, it's very Bond. When the reader (who by now has read 10 books in the series before this) is astonished at this "proclamation of love" as if Bond had actually said something romantic. "I'm not going to have sex with my secretary," Bond tells us, and we are react as we would if a more mainstream-type leading man got on his knee and proposed marriage to the heroine. This is Fleming's intended effect and it's very good.
ANYWAY. Meanwhile lots of stuff is going on with Blofeld and SPECTRE and stuff. I won't go into details except to say Blofeld's plot and methods in this book are extremely laughable and not really something I can take seriously.
Lots of skiing in this book, and it takes place during Christmas. :)
Bond does something dishonorable in this book, and it's quite unlike him. And that is having sex with a woman and romancing her just so that he can get information from her, even though he has no real romantic interest in her. I know, I know, you think James Bond sleeps with anyone in a skirt - but the reason you think that is because of the movies. In the books he's still a womanizer, but he only has sex with women that he has a certain feeling towards. No, not lust! Jeez. But a kind of respect, or admiration, or something. This is the first book where we see him coldly seducing a woman he has no feelings for (I'm not talking about Tracy here) - and he hates himself for doing it, too. Again, this is one of the things I like about Bond - book Bond. He isn't the kind of callous bastard portrayed in the pre-Craig movies, instead he is quite a three-dimensional character - obviously flawed, but also thoughtful and introspective, with a certain code of honor that doesn't seem to exist in the films where he treats women as disposable objects.
ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
A lot of issues are raised in this book, and that is what makes it so good. Bond expands on his ideas on money and sneers at being a titled gentleman. Bond is seriously considering retiring from the Secret Service. Bond is seriously considering settling down with one woman. He is tired of all his affairs and he is sick of being so alone.
I wonder at the fact that Bond seems so attracted to a woman who (for the first half of the book or so) seems to be mired in a deep depression and has a lion's share of problems. Bond often talks about wanting a woman who is 'unburdened,' but like many of the things Bond says, his words belie the truth. He falls for Tracy, and falls hard. She, herself, is smitten with him. Seeing scenes of them interacting together, you can't believe how cute and sweet they are together. Bond planning his life with her. She says some cute things which I won't reveal here because they would be spoilers. It's very touching and warms your heart.
This is one of the better Bond books. I still prefer Doctor No to this, but this is right up there with Diamonds Are Forever, Thunderball, and Moonraker in Bond books I actually enjoyed.
The reasons this didn't get five stars are: 1.) Stupid villain plot and methods. Not a very compelling villain, either. 2.) Completely unnecessary 'woman falls in love with her rapist/women love rape secretly' comment that just takes me out of my whole happiness of Bond. The comment is from Bond's friend Bond is friends with a lot of rapists, but never rapes anyone himself. At least in the books. I get angrier with his film-self.
Bond kills more men than normal in this book and, of course, falls in love. This is one of the more intense Bond novels.
Ian Fleming's writing is still amazing. Here's one I liked:
Bond's right hand flashed out and the face of the Rolex disintegrated against the man's jaw.
In short, a pretty amazing entry. Could have used a stronger villain and a better evil villain plot, but the rest is superb. You will be tearing up at this one, even though you can't believe you're getting emotional over James Bond.
MOVIE: 1969: George Lazenby
Ugh. The book is 10x better than the film. I have NO IDEA why they keep making film Bond such a bastard. He doesn't generally practice violence against women in the books unless it's absolutely and I mean absolutely necessary. In this movie, he's slapping Tracy in the face repeatedly!!! This is He would never pull this shit in the books. Is book Bond racist? Yes. Sexist? Yes. A woman-beater? No. Why would you even add this to his character? Did people actually think this made him better or more exciting somehow?!?! Well, it disgusts me. Tracy's also punched in the face so hard by her father in this film that she falls unconscious. And people wonder why I can't relax and enjoy Bond films!
“When the odds are hopeless, when all seems to be lost, then is the time to be calm, to make a show of authority – at least of indifference” ― Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty's Secret Service
One of my favorite Bond novels so far. It contains most of the things that draws people to Bond novels and movies (action, intrigue, charm, violence) and tones down some of the more obnoxious parts too (sexism, racism, etc). The character of Bond is fascinating in this novel as his normal cycle with women is warped a bit. The movie sticks pretty close to the narrative on this one, which is probably due to the fact that it was already a pretty well-developed story.
Bond, James Bond. Whether it’s movies starring Sean Connery, Roger Moore, Pierce Brosnan, or Daniel Craig, my family enjoys a family movie night featuring 007. As we wait for the announcement of the next Bond actor, I have decided to go back and fill in the gaps of the original books penned by Ian Fleming. The story arc that just wrapped up featured Bond searching for and battling a rogue organization named Spectre. Although this organization hadn’t made an appearance until recently, Fleming had the idea for post Cold War espionage in his writing. Seeing that the next Bond film isnt dropping anytime soon, I figured continuing the Spectre trilogy was a good a place to start as any.
James Bond has his resignation letter penned. Although he is a top operative in MI-6 it appears that he always wants to retire to a Caribbean island with his martinis and bevy of girls. After foiling a nuclear war plan hatched by Spectre in Operation Thunderball, Bond is deserving of rest. Unlike the current iteration of Bond in the movies, the Bond in these books is owner of a small fortune. He can come and go as he pleases and works in secret service for his love of country and because he is a thrill seeker, always looking for an edge. Resignation letter not sent yet, Bond returns to the scene of one of his greatest triumphs, Casino Royale. He reminisces about one of his greatest loves, Vesper Lynd, and dreams of another magical night at the casino and with a special girl. At this point in his writing, Fleming knew what viewers desired on the silver screen and what made for a compelling novel as well, so, of course, Bond encounters another special woman at the casino, one he would be willing to leave the service for. With his resignation already in hand, all was proceeding according to Bond’s plan until the sudden reemergence of a Spectre operative.
An organization started by Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Spectre consolidated the remnants of operatives like Smersh toward the end of the Cold War. In Operation Thunderball, Bond and his CIA counterpart Felix foiled a Spectre plot to launch nuclear missiles at New York and London. Now, Blofeld has resurfaced in Switzerland and it is up to Bond working solo to foil his plot yet again. Posing as Sir Hillary of the College of Royal Arms, Bond intends to meet Blofeld at his lair Piz Gloria high in the Alps. Once a person enters this so called ski resort the only way to leave is via helicopter or hearse. Acting as a genealogical expert in Blofeld’s lineage, Bond attempts to snuff out what Blofeld is up to. Of course, there are secret cameras. Of course, there is a group of charming young ladies. And, of course, there are Spectre agents on site posing as workers at Piz Gloria. All the elements of a classic Bond story are present and it is up to 007 to snuff out Blofeld’s sinister plot and report to M before the western world is compromised. Blofeld figured on Bond turning up one day so his plot is not easy to crack, setting up a climax that would become a classic movie chase scene.
I asked my husband which movie is it that has a ski chase scene that ends up with a figure skater working for the Russians in Cuba. Apparently I was mixing up two movies because the ski chase is here but the entire story takes place on European soil. Fleming evokes Bond as a war hero who knew how to ski rather than the movie star who chased the sinister agents for show. Somehow this is one of the movies that I forget the plot of because it was the one starring George Lazenby who was the most forgettable of Bond actors. The ski chase is thrilling on paper and features a Bond girl because then it wouldn’t be a Bond adventure. Blofeld is calculating and his plot to wipe out England is as sinister as ever. These stories were written at the height of the Cold War when nuclear war was very much on people’s minds. Yes, James Bond as 007 is a good looking spy who foils sinister plots time and again; however, these are not merely fun books or movies. The world lived in constant fear of a nuclear disaster and spies like 007 played a vital role in bringing organizations like Spectre to justice. On his side Blofeld plays the sinister villain to a hilt. Fleming had him get away at the end because he ended for the Spectre arc to be a trilogy all along. Bond is getting closer but naturally Blofeld gets away this time, setting up a grand finale in the final installment of the trilogy. Although not as psychologically thrilling as Spectre in the current film versions, the stories are compelling nonetheless and have me excited to read part three whenever that will be.
In the middle of a wintery weekend, my family has a stack of movies to watch. My tastes don’t exactly match theirs and all my kids know that my main suggestions are James Bond and Mission Impossible. Face it, I am always game for a thrilling spy movie featuring my favorite actors. With no new Bond films quite yet as the producers continue to consider the next Bond actor, somehow my kids are not interested in watching the same movies for the umpteenth time. Their loss. In the meantime, I continue to revisit these Fleming novels written during the height of the Cold War when the world was on edge. These novels are just as compelling as the movies.
I guess if you write a number of books concerning the same character it’s almost inevitable that you’d get bored. Arthur Conan-Doyle did it, as did Agatha Christie – and here is Ian Fleming doing the same. ‘The Spy Who Loved Me’ was a not overly successful attempt to fiddle around with the Bond formula; however ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ is an altogether more convincing step in a different direction. Whereas the previous book tore everything up to give a very different kind of Bond tale, this novel merely tweaks things to give - a still recognisable, but - far more affecting James Bond adventure.
This is of course the book where James Bond gets married. And I found myself convinced that in Tracey, Commander Bond had found someone he would want to settle down with. I don’t really see it as a traditional love story – it’s far too sharp and sudden for that – but I can see these characters as two lonely wanderers who want a more secure life and see in each other someone who would make that possible. Bond is getting on, he’s meeting men younger than he is (the splendidly named Sable Basilisk for one), the ‘beatnik problem’ is becoming a concern for the department (those damn kids!) and he’s thinking idly of having children and security. In Tracy he sees someone who will be there for him, who will entertain him, care for him and give him what he wants – while still letting him live his same dangerous and crazy life. And she sees someone who will keep her calm and (she thinks) make her safe. Given Bond’s more carefree and casual existence with women in previous books, this is a huge leap. And Fleming is very clever in having all roads lead back to Tracey in both the plot and in Bond’s psyche.
I wonder how much thought Fleming gave to actually keeping this couple together forever.
(Interestingly, it’s the first book to be written after Bond had been immortalised on celluloid, and it’s on film that the ‘Bond formula’ would be really set in stone. [Even if, as memory serves, this book was actually filmed rather faithfully.] 007 is given a Scottish parent to suit Connery’s lilt, while the fictional Bond encounters the original screen Bond girl Ursula Andress.)
Unlike the previous book this is a gentle pushing of the envelope. Bond, despite his imminent betrothal, remains much the same character as before – still cruel, obsessed by the job and a hot blooded male when the right moment arrives. His consumerism is again unharnessed, with watches, skis and “Pinaud Elixir, the prince of shampoos” all rhapsodised over. There is no danger of scaring off the regular reader here, even if it wouldn’t be best place to start if you’d never read a Bond novel before. It isn’t perfect by any means – descriptions of card playing, car racing and alpine sports all go on far too long – but it’s the Bond novel which aims to be emotionally affecting and largely succeeds.
Again a reminder that this is a review of the 1969 film, not Fleming's novel. I found I wasn't able to get past the outdated attitudes in the novels. I think because books are important to me, enduring documents of their times, and films are slight and insubstantial entertainments, I judge films much less harshly. After all, I take them so much less seriously.
This is only a 4.5-star experience because Lazenby's only outing as Bond was stylish and cool. It earned bad reviews for Lazenby, which endears him and his performance to me. Film critics in general are so full of hot air and bullshit that I love reading bad reviews so I can go and enjoy the panned product. I liked Heaven's Gate, for example, and I'd've never gone to see it if the critics hadn't howled their lungs out about its crappiness.
Anyway, Blofeld the recurring villain is played by Telly Savalas in this film. It's the absolute worst Blofeld I've seen. He got no pointy objects hurled at him, however. Hmmm.
Diana Rigg is The Girl. Okay, whatevs. The fact that her "father" is played by an Italian actor pretending to be Spanish and she's as British as shepherd's pie (and about as attractive, but then I'm pretty much immune to female aesthetic appeal), well it's a Bond film so one goes with it.
Joanna Lumley plays one of Blofeld's Angels of Death. The camp factor of this film just went up 2500%. It's also a little sobering to realize that Lumley was a comely youff when the film was made, and is now a grandmother. Tempus do fugit, eh what?
So that rating...is it purely contrarian? No. The film is very well made. The plot, while ridiculous, lacks gaping holes, unlike other entries in the series. The cinematography is as lovely as the series' standard, the script as witty as the best entries in the series, and Lazenby is very very very nice to look at. I also think he turned in a fine performance, and it's only butthurt Connery diehards who can't see that. This role isn't one for a Dramatical Genius to play, it's one for a film star to play. Lazenby COULD have been a long-run Bond. I think it's a shame he wasn't.
Pleasant way to pass a few hours, nice to look at, oh and the song! The song is sung by LOUIS ARMSTRONG!!!! Oh be still my heart. "All the Time in the World." I liked it. It's not up there with "Live and Let Die" or "Goldfinger" but it's a damn good song qua song.
Because I recently listened to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (Ian Fleming's only children's book) on audio, I decided to listen to some classic Fleming while I was at it. James Bond. I love love love this series! Years ago (how many I shall not admit to) I actually got in trouble for having this paperback at school. James Bond and the Secret Service was considered inappropriate reading material to have at school. Other classmates were carrying around Stephen King and other authors whose books included more sex and bad language than anything included in the James Bond books, but his bed hopping behavior from the movies made the principal assume that the books were filled with nudity and sexual escapades. The stories are actually action-packed, fascinating tales of espionage, larger-than-life criminals, and nefarious, evil plans that need to be averted. Wonderful books! I read the books at home after that incident and never again took Britain's 007 agent to school with me. As part of my goal to spend more time this year reading books I love and want to read .... I'm revisiting James Bond.
I chose this particular Bond novel to read (#11 in the series) because it is my favorite Bond movie and because it was the book I was restricted from reading at school. Plus, the audiobook is narrated by David Tennant. Every audiobook I have listened to with Tennant as narrator has been excellent -- and this one is no exception. Tennant's performance is excellent! He reads at a nice even speed with proper emotion and excitement during action sequences. I have hearing loss but was easily able to hear and understand Tennant's narration. The audiobook (from Blackstone Publishing) is just over 8 hours long.
The basics: Bond is up against Blofeld, a criminal mastermind who is planning to decimate Britain financially by contaminating and destroying the nation's food supply. Bond infiltrates his compound in Switzerland, learns that Blofeld will be using brainwashed young women to do his dirty work. He escapes narrowly and gathers a small group of mafioso to help him rout out Blofeld and stop his evil plan. Great action sequences.....drop dead gorgeous women.....bigger-than-life criminals. This book has it all. This is the book where Bond gets married.....he wishes to share his life with Teresa di Vicenzo (called Tracey). But, alas, his happy ever after is not to be.
Great book. I enjoyed it just as much as I did years ago when I first read it. Some fault these books for sexism. I don't feel that way. James Bond is an international spy and a man's man. He kills people who deserve killing. And he spends time with beautiful women in beautiful places. He uses people as becomes necessary to do his job. And sometimes this involves using sex to get information he needs, or just for enjoyment. If that offends, then perhaps spy novels are not a good choice of genre. Obviously it does not offend too many people as Bond movies have been popular since the 1960s, and the movies add in much more bed hopping and scantily clad Bond Girls than exist in the actual books.
I enjoyed re-visiting this book so much that I'm adding the rest of this series to my TBR plans for this year. The series has been continued by other authors following Ian Fleming's death. I'm interested in finding out if the new books are just as good as Fleming's. Can't wait to find out!
This Folio Society edition includes Fay Dalton's excellent illustrations, which enhance Fleming's superb 1963 James Bond novel. I've read On Her Majesty's Secret Service many times & still find it a wonderful novel. It's also still my favourite James Bond film. The novel has plenty of action (as you would expect), but there's more heart to this one & Fleming creates some wonderful characters. Authors come & go, but Ian Fleming is still my favourite.
The usual stuff for teenagers, slightly above Fleming's average. The first pages look promising, but there is not too much action, a sad final, Bond in love and somehow careless. And probably a silly question: why do almost all Bond girls have to die? It would have been ten times nicer (and not only for him) to have a living ex-lover everywhere around the globe...
This book written by Ian Fleming is the 2nd installment of the Blofeld trilogy, the 1st being "Thunderball" and the 3rd being "You Only Live twice". Ernst Stavro Blofeld is the leader of SPECTRE the criminal organisation that has targeted the NATO and Great Britain on two occasions. The first attempt was stopped by 007 and the second attempt is written about in this novel OHMSS.
James Bond in the beginning of this novel is thinking about his future with the secret service after spending too much time chasing Blofeld and never getting anywhere or even close to the man or his organisation. He is thinking about his resignation from Her Majesty's secret service when he meets a mysterious young lady who triggers him into a protective hero. With her attempt at suicide James Bond starts a chain of events that will end the book in a personal drama for James Bond 007 and sets the mood for the third book.
This book is easily my favorite one as written by Fleming, it shows more insight in the major characters created by Fleming, namely M & 007. It is also a very well written thriller about biological warfare.
The movie while having the one time 007 actor George Lazenby is a very faithful but enlarged version of the Fleming book. Both are well worth your time.
Just read it; You have all the time in the world.
And the book always leaves me in the end with a small tear in my eye.
As it's December I thought I would read (yet again!) this excellent James Bond novel.....a feeble excuse I know! Ian Fleming's 11th James Bond novel is an adventure with a capital A. There's drama, action, romance & even a little humour here & there. High up in the Swiss Alps SPECTRE leader Ernst Stavro Blofeld hatches another evil plot & it's down to secret agent 007 to defeat him. Once again Ian Fleming creates an array of wonderful characters. Marc Ange Draco, the extremely likable head of the Union Corse, is probably my favourite Fleming creation since Kerim Bay in From Russia With Love. His daughter, Tracy, is also a character who leaves a big impression on James Bond as well as the reader. The author takes us inside fascinating places, such as the College of Arms in London where Bond learns about heraldry. Fleming's superb prose pulls you effortlessly into these worlds whether he is describing a location, a meal or a nerve racking ski chase. This is still my favourite James Bond novel, from the tense opening chapter on a French beach right up to the shattering climax. Superb.
Curiously this is the Bond film based on a book I've never seen, and also the novel I probably least enjoyed after The Spy Who Loved Me(up until this point, anyway).
It just all felt a little silly and self-referential by this point (Ursula Andress, the original film "Bond Girl", has a cameo at a chic Swiss ski lodge), and the major downer ending does not seem gritty or dark so much as gratuitous, similar to From Russia With Love. And, oh yeah, Fleming is back with his icky "repressed young women seeking to be raped" notions that just do not sit well with me, no matter which character's mouth they are inserted in.
Despite all the popularity and stardom James Bond gave him,Sean Connery was not happy and left the role.He would be persuaded to return but only briefly.
In the meanwhile,the makers of the films decided to cast an unkown model,George Lazenby as James Bond.This turned out to be his only outing.He could have continued and that would have been interesting,but according to some accounts,his attitude was already difficult.
He did a surprisingly good job.It is one of the best Bond films.Great stunts as usual and a beautiful location in the Swiss Alps.No science fiction gadegets for James Bond this time.A new director,and a script that very closely followed the book,unlike most of the other Bond films.
Bond's love life takes a new turn and makes for a surprising,emotional ending.
This is one of my favourite novels in the James Bond series. I loved the unusual setting of the case- a mountain peak of the Alps. Fleming describes it so well, I felt like I was there. Even though the enemy is a familiar face, their evil plot is so different, I really enjoyed it. This book showed an immensely human side of Bond (and a little of M). Which added an extra layer of enjoyment. By the end my heart was breaking and wrenching. I felt so many emotions all the way through this novel. It was definitely one of Fleming’s better works!
What I want to know is does James Bond have to go through airport security?
Geneva airport, our plane is boarding. We have just got to the top of the security check queue which is so long today that they have extended it into the airport pathway. That, after a ten minute wait in the fast track of Easy Jet luggage checkin. And today, of all days, is the first time our Easy Jet flight has been on time for years. That’d be right.
But we were okay now, through the thing where you might beep but don’t. Hand on my luggage when a voice says:
‘Is that your luggage ma’am?’
And you look up and say ‘yes’ to the female security guards who ask you to ‘come this way’.
‘Do you know why we are going to search your bags, ma’am?’
I give a seriously stressed out answer because I’m seriously stressed out.
‘So that I miss my plane?’
‘It’s because you have a large knife in your bags, ma’am.’
Do they think I’m a complete idiot? What sort of dickwit would pack a knife in their carry on luggage? Manny comes over and I tell him when he asks, ‘They are looking for the large knife we packed this morning.’ Spoken with all the sarcasm I could muster, which was quite a lot.
Losing it in Switzerland isn’t a great idea. Losing it in airports isn’t a great plan either. Swiss airports? Don’t even think about it. But our plane was boarding. They couldn’t find the knife. They are inclined, in fact to believe me and turn to look at the X-ray dude who has put me in this position. He stares at me and shakes his head in a way that says ‘Think you are getting away with this? Forget it.’
Ian Fleming's 11th James Bond book, "On Her Majesty's Secret Service," was written, as was the author's wont, while on vacation at his Goldeneye retreat on the north shore of Jamaica, at Oracabessa, in the winter of 1962...coincidentally, not far from where filming for the original 007 movie, "Dr. No," was taking place at that same time. "OHMSS" is the middle segment of what has come to be known as "the Blofeld trilogy," which began with 1961's "Thunderball" (in which Bond and Blofeld do not meet) and concluded with 1964's "You Only Live Twice." (1962's "The Spy Who Loved Me," which followed "Thunderball," was practically a peaceful interlude by comparison!) I hadn't read "OHMSS" in over 40 years, but had fond memories of it being one of the best of the author's 14-book series, and a recent rereading has served to demonstrate how accurate my memories have been. This is one of the most suspenseful of the Bond outings, although not the most action packed, and features what is undoubtedly the most emotionally devastating wrap-up of all Bond novels. Ultimately released in April '63, and thus approaching its golden anniversary as I write these words, the book seems dated not one bit (unlike, for example, certain references in "Thunderball") and still retains its ability to thrill.
In the book--for those who might not be aware, at this late date--Bond meets a suicidal young woman named Tracy di Vicenzo while at the gaming tables in (the fictitious French town of) Royale-les-Eaux, whose casino had been spotlighted in the first 007 novel, 1953's "Casino Royale." Tracy's father is no less a figure than Marc-Ange Draco, the head of the Union Corse, the Corsican equivalent of the Mafia, who gives Bond a lead as to the whereabouts of his old nemesis, Ernst Stavro Blofeld. It seems that Blofeld has been applying at the U.K.'s College of Arms for confirmation that he is the heir to the hereditary title Count de Bleuville, and so off Bond goes, disguised as a bookish College of Arms researcher, to Blofeld's lair atop (the again fictitious) Piz Gloria, high in the Swiss Alps. And once there, he uncovers a fiendish plot involving biological warfare and "ten gorgeous girls"....
As mentioned above, "OHMSS" is not as action intensive as some of the other 007 titles but does yet feature two outstanding set pieces. In the first, Bond makes a dangerous nighttime escape via skis from Blofeld's lair, narrowly avoiding being engulfed by an avalanche; in the second, Bond pursues Blofeld down a treacherous run on skeleton bobs. Otherwise, this is more of a novel of suspense, as our undercover superspy investigates the master criminal's setup. The novel lets us see a 007 who is on the verge of quitting the Service; a more emotional Bond, who decides that he is ready for marriage and "fed up with all these untidy, casual affairs that leave [him] with a bad conscience"! The book introduces us to Bond's new secretary, Mary Goodnight; shows us a side of Bond's chief, M, that we had not seen before; and even, amidst the suspense and thrills, features some nice bits of humor. For example, in one scene, Irma Bunt (Blofeld's hideous "secretary") points out the many celebrities visiting Piz Gloria, including Ursula Andress (the female lead in "Dr. No," mind warpingly enough)! Also, how amusing it is when Blofeld's birthday is revealed to be May 28, 1908...the same as the author's! The novel also features what has come to be known as the "Fleming sweep"--a rapid pace that carries the reader along from chapter to chapter, and the utilization of an abundance of detail to engender a sense of absolute realism--to a marked degree; indeed, the amount of detail in the book is simply staggering. This reader encountered a good 285 references that sent him scurrying for help to the atlas, German and French dictionaries, and the assorted Interwebs for assistance; still, the result was a fuller, deeper appreciation of a page-turner that most folks would deem unputdownable. Good as Fleming is, though (and make no mistake...he is a terrific writer), a close reading will reveal some inadvertent boo-boos. For example, during Bond's southerly helicopter flight to Piz Gloria, the mountains known as the Silvretta Group are said to be "away to starboard," although a map check reveals that they should be toward Bond's left. That helicopter is said to be a "bright orange Alouette," although Bond later describes it as being yellow. One of the 10 girls says that Bond was discussing the possibility of Irma Bunt being a duchess "at lunch today," whereas that conversation had actually transpired at dinner the previous evening. Finally, Fleming gets the name of a genealogy book wrong; it should be "Burke's Extinct and Dormant Baronetcies," not "Baronetage." Of course, this is mere nitpicking. "OHMSS" is, quite simply, a tremendous addition to the Bond canon, and one whose ending should leave most readers both shaken AND stirred, if not teary eyed.
A brief word on the 1969 filmization, a picture that has been belittled and disparaged ever since its initial release. It is a wonderfully faithful adaptation, and the small changes that the filmmakers incorporated (e.g., the suspenseful safecracking scene, the courtship interlude, Tracy's presence during the avalanche) all serve the film very well. George Lazenby, in his only go at being Bond, is just fine, despite what the naysayers would have you believe; Diana Rigg is, naturally, the classiest of all the "Bond girls"; and Telly Savalas makes for an imposing Blofeld (if hardly the Blofeld described in Fleming's book). Easily the best of the non-Connery Bond films, "OHMSS" boasts some tremendous action sequences, thrilling theme music and a lovely contribution from Louis Armstrong. And, of course, it boasts the only tear-jerking finale of all 22 (to date) Bond pictures. The film was largely shot at one of the world's first revolving restaurants, which was just being constructed at the time, atop the Schilthorn (2,974 meters high), near Murren, Switzerland, in the area known as the Oberland. The restaurant, later christened the Piz Gloria, is still very much in operation today. Boy, would I love to go!
There will be some spoilers here so if you don't want to see them don't read beyond this paragraph. I liked this book, it's well written and stands up well to most any thriller or drama out there.
Book #2 of the Bolfeld trilogy.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
An exceptional story with excellent intrigue and action, and perhaps most notably, among the most introspective and revealing of the Bond stories as 007 falls in love and ultimately ties the knot, for the first, and I believe, only time. The portrayals of his foes, the pompous criminal mastermind Blofeld and his austere henchwoman Irma Bunt, are memorable and amusing, as is Bond's excellently played cover identity as a pedantic researcher for the College of Arms. Also some great exchanges with the always stoic M.
I think this one is my favourite of the Bond novels. Espionage, romance, action etc. Bond is still on the hunt for Blofeld and SPECTRE, but instead he finds Tracy and even love and marriage. Bond is at his most human in this novel.
This is that one Bond movie that featured George Lazenby, some guy no one had heard of before and has never heard of since. My childhood memory of the movie was that this was a real snooze and I've always (possibly unfairly) blamed Lazenby for that. Sean Connery was never boring, was my reasoning. (Also not true.)
In any case, because my childhood memories can be somewhat persuasive (in spite of being highly illogical or unreliable), I wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing this one again.
I was pleasantly surprised!
The movie really isn't as bad as my memory told me, and more surprisingly was that Lazenby wasn't nearly as bad as I thought I remembered. Wtf, Memory? This is probably the first of the Bond movies to have a somewhat surreal tone to it (Lazenby wears a kilt at one point and hypnosis to cure allergic reactions to things like... chickens... is a predominant feature to the story).
And, I'm sorry, can I just say? Telly Savalas as Blofeld. Who came up with that one? Brilliant, I say. Just brilliant.
As far as the book - again with the surprises! The movie actually is very close to the original book which might be the first I've encountered in this experience. There weren't any scenes in the book that I wished had been included in the movie. The movie certainly embellished on some things, but as usual the movie tones down some of Bond's more disturbing behaviors, like seducing a woman just by putting his hand on her breast. (I'd argue that if there's ever any hypnosis going on, it's being done by Bond. No one can have women drop their drawers as quickly and easily as these Bond girls without some brainwashing.)
Bond himself is actually somewhat chill in this book. He calls his future wife a "goose" at one point, and he sleeps with some women in her absence. But compared to some of the books that I've read before this one, I'd have to say this one is almost normal.
This could be attributed to the fact that there's an actual love story here between Bond and the Countess Teresa "Tracy" Draco, daughter of the head of the Unione Corse. (Another surprise! Corsicans!) Things don't end up all fluffy as one would hope for Bond, however, and honestly that whole relationship felt a bit contrived, at least in the novel. We meet Tracy in the beginning, she shows up in the end, and in the middle there's this whole non-Tracy stuff going on and her appearances felt someone forced. At least in the movie this could be edited differently.
So, Corsica and Switzerland, exactly two of the same places we just visited last fall - not long enough yet for the descriptions of Corsican violence and the loveliness of the Alps to not make me feel homesick for those places. I'm not going to say that those are the reasons that I liked this book (and maybe even the movie) more than the others I've read so far, but they're probably contributing factors.
"On Her Majesty's Secret Service" was my first James Bond book, and it was exactly what I had wanted it to be: fast-paced, reasonably well-written, and enjoyable overall. Bond, as a character, was a bit more introspective than I had expected he'd be, and while the book was a touch misogynistic, it wasn't as terribly so as I had feared going in. While the book met my expectations, it never really went beyond them, thus the three-star rating. I'll probably read more Bond books, as this one was fun, but can't see myself becoming a huge Ian Fleming fan.
I'm truly surprised. Fleming/Bond #10, "The Spy Who Loved Me", is one of the weakest in the series. Was Fleming just bored by then? But #11?* Spy - 5 stars: Bond is such a real person here. He writes a resignation letter ("My many appeals to be relieved...have been ignored..."), he's had his fill of mayhem. And after half a bottle of Mouton Rothschild '53, it's off to a casino to celebrate his decision. Then later, Swiss Air Control asks, "Who gave you clearance?" Bond replies, "You did." He smiles and thinks "The Big Lie...nothing like it..." Then later, working on Christmas, "It never crossed his [Bond's] mind that anyone really cared about him." With no toys, no gadgets, (I believed this story start to finish) he finds himself locked in a room, high in the Alps. He has only wits, strength, looks (hence model George Lazenby to play the part? and very well, I must add) and perhaps true love to escape this "Magic-Mountain"-type fortress. This is the best portrayal of a spy I've ever read. Mission - 4: Readers aren't informed of the real villainous deed for about 200 pages: instead we are treated to a beautifully structured story with perhaps Fleming's best, smartest writing. Not to mention brilliant chapter titles. And I found no plot holes. Villain(s) - 5: Blofeld/Spectre plus Smersh, Irma Bunt, and a few other bad folks from around the globe. And maybe some good guys who aren't? Action - 4: I loved the opening gambling scene. There are of course several discrete love scenes (4 or 5) two car chases, a triple-layered climax, more, and lots of ominous hangers-on. Resolution - 5: Perfect for England, perfect for another Blofeld encounter. But I just.... Summary - 4.6: ...did not want this to end. But I can't tell you why. *This is my favorite Bond novel so far, as I have two left. And as much as I like Ludlum and Lecarre, neither wrote a straight-up, uncomplicated, tight, one-sit- read spy novel. And as much as I loved the film "Goldfinger", the source material for that film not as good as this novel.
James Bond hunts down Ernst Stavro Blofeld to a Swiss mountain lair, where he is ironically working on something very pertinent to today’s COVID-19 world.
Ian Fleming’s tenth Bond novel is, for me, the last good Bond book. After the poor reception that greeted his previous experimental book (the first person Spy Who Loved Me), he wastes no time getting the train back on track. At the time of writing this (1962) he would no doubt have been elated at the selling of the film rights to the series, and Dr No going into production.
As usual, Fleming takes great care with his characters and setting, and a moody atmosphere permeates throughout. Fleming’s use of Blofeld’s weak points – his vanity and craving for power – to allow Bond to weasel his way into the lair posing as a genealogist expert, is a masterstroke (as well as giving actor George Lazenby, in the film, some funny stiff upper-lipped scenes).
The action scenes are well handled; though I did find Bond’s chasing Blofeld on the bob-run to be so lengthily and finely described as to make the overall bigger task of taking Blofeld’s lair seem almost sidelined. Also, as has been the case in other books in the series, I’ve often been surprised that after such well-crafted build-ups, the final face to face confrontation between Bond and his foe has been all too brief, or in the case of Dr No not even happening. These quirks aside, which ultimately make the first three quarters of the book (the build-up) the most entertaining part, OHMSS is an enjoyable return to form for Bond. It was sadly not to last long. The silly You Only Live Twice follows next, and finishes with the ‘possibly’ unfinished Man With The Golden Gun.
PS. As good as George Lazenby is in the film (which is one of the best of the series), it’s a shame Sean Connery faffed around to make Shalako and The Red Tent at the time. He’s a favourite actor of mine, but his choice of films was sometimes baffling.
It's been ages since I've read a James Bond and On Her Majesty's Secret Service is one that I'm not familiar with at all, not even the movie adaptation. Tonally it's quite a bit different than other stories in the series. Honestly, it feels more real including Bond himself particularly when it comes to his feelings for Teresa. I'm definitely going to have to see George Lazenby's outing as James Bond. Finally, I primarily borrowed this on audiobook solely because David Tennant is the narrator, and he does a marvelous job of it.
#11 in Fleming's Bond series, it finds our hero contemplating resigning his 007 status. His interest is piqued by Tracy, a young woman he finds is the daughter of an elite Mafia boss.
Bond is troubled by the possibility that Blofeld is still alive, and he spends his energy following up a lead on a prestigious scientist in the Swiss Alps. Could it be the despicable criminal hiding out, working on a new world domination plan?