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kleonora's review against another edition
1.0
Verdict: I can’t. Honestly I just can’t.
When I last read Bond it was in Casino Royale where he spent equal amounts of time playing a card game and getting his nuts kicked in. As “Goldfinger” begins he’s back at the cards and his nuts have (sadly) recovered. Following a chance encounter with the titular villain Bond’s officially put on his trail. Bond and Goldfinger then play golf, have dinner and go on a drive through Europe. Bond’s nuts have another (un)fortunate escape and then he’s hired by Goldfinger as office administrator for the Crime of the Century. It goes as you would expect and Bond ends up with Pussy Galore (capitalisation optional).
Really, the story is beside the point. This is not my opinion, it is a literary analysis. The plot serves to move Bond from place to place and person to person where he can sneer or leer over everyone with an occasional break for golf and a poem about cars. Watches. Whiskey. You know, man stuff.
But I’m not going to beat this book down because the digressions bore me (honestly though; reading about golf). Ian Flemming cannot have known my personal proclivities at the time of writing and if he’s fascinated by written descriptions of two men playing 18 holes or dealing cards or shifting gears in a car he’s the author and it’s his right. It’s just a shame I could find nothing in this book to divert my attention away from the shrieking misogyny, racism and homophobia of our titular hero.
The misogyny begins on a foundational level. Women are rarely referred to by name, even when mentioned in a group with named men. They are NEVER referred to as women, only ‘girls’. That got very grating very quickly. There seems to be something of a pattern to it. Pussy Galore actually gets a fair few proper namings while a baddie (though maybe that has something to do with the name) until ::SPOILER:: she throws her lot in with Bond and then immediately she becomes “the girl”. Furthermore, both of Bond’s conquests in this book devolve into ‘childlike’ behaviour, which moves the charges from insulting to gross.
And Tilly. Poor Tilly. Tilly is not dressed for seduction, Bond tells us. She is merely wearing stockings, a mini skirt, corset belt and silk blouse. We are then treated to a description of the various methods of interaction between her breasts and said blouse (to whit; taut). Thanks Bond. He asks her to buy him lunch, which apparently initiates a complex “master/slave” negotiation of the eyes between them. If you’re following this logic please keep it to yourself as we probably won’t be friends. Possibly Tilly is a spy as she has the incredible “ability to walk unaided”. I wish I were paraphrasing.
Any way, it turns out Tilly is a big ol lesbian and is killed pretty much as a direct consequence of this. Bond’s words upon the occasion of her murder; “Silly bitch. Didn’t care much for men.” Aesop, eat your heart out. We seem to be segueing into the ‘homophobic’ element of this book so let’s just tackle that head on. Bond certainly does.
We are treated to an extensive inner monologue where he decides homosexual men and women aren’t actually attracted to the same sex, rather the emancipation of women has lead to a confusion of gender roles of which “homosexuality” is the direct result.
Pussy Galore is also a lesbian but only ‘cause she was raped as a child. True to Bond’s hypothesis, she was merely confusing a distaste for incestuous sexual violence with a distaste for men in general. We can only assume this condition was exacerbated by practising her right to vote. Luckily, observing the manly way in which Bond took notes at a meeting and rode a train before being rescued by co-workers cleared her confusion. Hump the gay away, hallelujah.
Which brings us to Koreans. They are mutant sub-humans held in distaste by even their employer. They eat cats and rape English women because they are Korean and that is what Korean do. This is completely self-evident to Bond. I’m pretty sure reading this book is a hate crime in Seoul.
Am I a humourless harpy? Am I making too much of Bond, a brand, a bit of fun, a product of its time? No. Shut up. I read Casino Royale a few years ago and came away with a fairly good opinion of it (Which is the highest opinion anyone not an ardent baccarat devotee can hold of the book). I remember it being more low-key than expected; Bond being more of a fallible everyman. I don’t recall dry-heaving whenever women (pardon me, “girls”) make appearances. There was once a better Bond. As the for the ‘of its time’ excuse, John LeCarre was writing parallel to Fleming and, while no one is going to mistake him for Germaine Greer anytime soon, he could at least conceive of a world wherein females come out the other side of puberty and humanity extends beyond Caucasians.
I’m sorry but if you enjoy or even excuse this book you are in too deep. This book is an ossification of the chauvinistic white supremacist capitalist patriarchy that has its tiny orange fingers in every pie of awfulness appearing in your news feed and if I sound like a Guardian reader it’s because I am. Possibly there was a time in my adolescence, when the world seemed to be getting safer and fairer and generally progressing in the direction Sesame Street had prepared me for, when this sort of thing could have stuck me as amusing. But it’s 2017 and I’m not laughing.
When I last read Bond it was in Casino Royale where he spent equal amounts of time playing a card game and getting his nuts kicked in. As “Goldfinger” begins he’s back at the cards and his nuts have (sadly) recovered. Following a chance encounter with the titular villain Bond’s officially put on his trail. Bond and Goldfinger then play golf, have dinner and go on a drive through Europe. Bond’s nuts have another (un)fortunate escape and then he’s hired by Goldfinger as office administrator for the Crime of the Century. It goes as you would expect and Bond ends up with Pussy Galore (capitalisation optional).
Really, the story is beside the point. This is not my opinion, it is a literary analysis. The plot serves to move Bond from place to place and person to person where he can sneer or leer over everyone with an occasional break for golf and a poem about cars. Watches. Whiskey. You know, man stuff.
But I’m not going to beat this book down because the digressions bore me (honestly though; reading about golf). Ian Flemming cannot have known my personal proclivities at the time of writing and if he’s fascinated by written descriptions of two men playing 18 holes or dealing cards or shifting gears in a car he’s the author and it’s his right. It’s just a shame I could find nothing in this book to divert my attention away from the shrieking misogyny, racism and homophobia of our titular hero.
The misogyny begins on a foundational level. Women are rarely referred to by name, even when mentioned in a group with named men. They are NEVER referred to as women, only ‘girls’. That got very grating very quickly. There seems to be something of a pattern to it. Pussy Galore actually gets a fair few proper namings while a baddie (though maybe that has something to do with the name) until ::SPOILER:: she throws her lot in with Bond and then immediately she becomes “the girl”. Furthermore, both of Bond’s conquests in this book devolve into ‘childlike’ behaviour, which moves the charges from insulting to gross.
And Tilly. Poor Tilly. Tilly is not dressed for seduction, Bond tells us. She is merely wearing stockings, a mini skirt, corset belt and silk blouse. We are then treated to a description of the various methods of interaction between her breasts and said blouse (to whit; taut). Thanks Bond. He asks her to buy him lunch, which apparently initiates a complex “master/slave” negotiation of the eyes between them. If you’re following this logic please keep it to yourself as we probably won’t be friends. Possibly Tilly is a spy as she has the incredible “ability to walk unaided”. I wish I were paraphrasing.
Any way, it turns out Tilly is a big ol lesbian and is killed pretty much as a direct consequence of this. Bond’s words upon the occasion of her murder; “Silly bitch. Didn’t care much for men.” Aesop, eat your heart out. We seem to be segueing into the ‘homophobic’ element of this book so let’s just tackle that head on. Bond certainly does.
We are treated to an extensive inner monologue where he decides homosexual men and women aren’t actually attracted to the same sex, rather the emancipation of women has lead to a confusion of gender roles of which “homosexuality” is the direct result.
Pussy Galore is also a lesbian but only ‘cause she was raped as a child. True to Bond’s hypothesis, she was merely confusing a distaste for incestuous sexual violence with a distaste for men in general. We can only assume this condition was exacerbated by practising her right to vote. Luckily, observing the manly way in which Bond took notes at a meeting and rode a train before being rescued by co-workers cleared her confusion. Hump the gay away, hallelujah.
Which brings us to Koreans. They are mutant sub-humans held in distaste by even their employer. They eat cats and rape English women because they are Korean and that is what Korean do. This is completely self-evident to Bond. I’m pretty sure reading this book is a hate crime in Seoul.
Am I a humourless harpy? Am I making too much of Bond, a brand, a bit of fun, a product of its time? No. Shut up. I read Casino Royale a few years ago and came away with a fairly good opinion of it (Which is the highest opinion anyone not an ardent baccarat devotee can hold of the book). I remember it being more low-key than expected; Bond being more of a fallible everyman. I don’t recall dry-heaving whenever women (pardon me, “girls”) make appearances. There was once a better Bond. As the for the ‘of its time’ excuse, John LeCarre was writing parallel to Fleming and, while no one is going to mistake him for Germaine Greer anytime soon, he could at least conceive of a world wherein females come out the other side of puberty and humanity extends beyond Caucasians.
I’m sorry but if you enjoy or even excuse this book you are in too deep. This book is an ossification of the chauvinistic white supremacist capitalist patriarchy that has its tiny orange fingers in every pie of awfulness appearing in your news feed and if I sound like a Guardian reader it’s because I am. Possibly there was a time in my adolescence, when the world seemed to be getting safer and fairer and generally progressing in the direction Sesame Street had prepared me for, when this sort of thing could have stuck me as amusing. But it’s 2017 and I’m not laughing.
bethanysimm110's review against another edition
4.0
***Though not necassary to read Ian Fleming's James Bond books in order of publication, I do suggest doing so. It is interesting to watch James Bond develop. Listed below are some reviews of the previous books that I suggest you check out first. Note: I read the first three books before writing my own reviews, so I'm linking reviews that I particularly liked until book 4.***
Book 1 Casino Royale
Book 2 Live and Let Die
Book 3 Moonraker
Book 4 Diamonds Are Forever
Book 5 From Russia With Love
Book 6 Doctor No
Review:
This novel opens to reveal a side to Mr. Bond that we readers have yet to discover. Bond sits at a bar, sipping bourbon, contemplating his life as an agent. This book humanizes Bond in a way that I feel has been seriously lacking throughout the books before now, and in good timing too. This book has rekindled my love for these books and this character. I find that I care a lot more for Bond and have come to understand his actions and decisions more. It has been a fantastic journey, watching Bond develop as Fleming's penmanship improves.
In this installment, Bond finds himself running up against probably his toughest advisory yet, Goldfinger. Bond must nestle himself into the gold smuggling scene and save England's waning gold supply from the hands of foreign countries. He must face some of the toughest gangs in the states, a lesbian smuggling operation, Oddjob's super human strength, and the madman Goldfinger himself. Of course there's nothing to say about the ladies along the way...
This was my favorite Bond novel yet! I recognize that these books aren't for everyone. The narration is quite dated, and there are words and portrayals of races and sexual orientation that could raise the hackles of a lot of people within my generation. If you are unable to stomach some old-fashioned stereotypes, then I recommend you keep these books on the shelf. If you can ignore such things and just enjoy the adventure, then I highly recommend this series!
Book 1 Casino Royale
Book 2 Live and Let Die
Book 3 Moonraker
Book 4 Diamonds Are Forever
Book 5 From Russia With Love
Book 6 Doctor No
Review:
This novel opens to reveal a side to Mr. Bond that we readers have yet to discover. Bond sits at a bar, sipping bourbon, contemplating his life as an agent. This book humanizes Bond in a way that I feel has been seriously lacking throughout the books before now, and in good timing too. This book has rekindled my love for these books and this character. I find that I care a lot more for Bond and have come to understand his actions and decisions more. It has been a fantastic journey, watching Bond develop as Fleming's penmanship improves.
In this installment, Bond finds himself running up against probably his toughest advisory yet, Goldfinger. Bond must nestle himself into the gold smuggling scene and save England's waning gold supply from the hands of foreign countries. He must face some of the toughest gangs in the states, a lesbian smuggling operation, Oddjob's super human strength, and the madman Goldfinger himself. Of course there's nothing to say about the ladies along the way...
This was my favorite Bond novel yet! I recognize that these books aren't for everyone. The narration is quite dated, and there are words and portrayals of races and sexual orientation that could raise the hackles of a lot of people within my generation. If you are unable to stomach some old-fashioned stereotypes, then I recommend you keep these books on the shelf. If you can ignore such things and just enjoy the adventure, then I highly recommend this series!
joshparr's review against another edition
adventurous
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.25
xenb's review against another edition
3.0
I've never read anything from the James Bond series and I guess that was the right thing to do. I didn't like it, so cheesy!
andreastopit's review against another edition
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.5
cptcheerful's review against another edition
adventurous
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.5
kessler21's review against another edition
3.0
Another James Bond story. This is #7.
It is interesting to watch Ian Flemings writing improve. The first five stories were ehhh, but the last two, the writing has drastically improved.
In this story, gold is being smuggled out of Britain in large volumes which hurts the economy. Bond is put on the case, and he find a connection with his SMERSH, the Russian Spy Agency in many of the Bond stories.
Even though these stories are fun and a little light reading, the women read like a preteens fantasy. They crave a mans dominance, are always in their underwear, can't help falling in love with Bond, are not that smart but yet are independent at the same time. 1959 literature geared specifically for men.
It is interesting to watch Ian Flemings writing improve. The first five stories were ehhh, but the last two, the writing has drastically improved.
In this story, gold is being smuggled out of Britain in large volumes which hurts the economy. Bond is put on the case, and he find a connection with his SMERSH, the Russian Spy Agency in many of the Bond stories.
Even though these stories are fun and a little light reading, the women read like a preteens fantasy. They crave a mans dominance, are always in their underwear, can't help falling in love with Bond, are not that smart but yet are independent at the same time. 1959 literature geared specifically for men.
supeskenobi's review against another edition
adventurous
funny
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.75
andreaskuschwitz's review against another edition
adventurous
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0
I really enjoyed this one! (although the racism (especially the racism) and homophobia were off the charts insane)
It had a very nicely structured plot. You could tell the villain‘s patience was being worn thinner and thinner every time Bond got in his way, even if the stakes were low
And the final grand plan was so fun!! Honestly, I still wish Bond had flunked the mission so that the crime would’ve been successful, it was that over the top 😄
But, of course, the ending romance was so bad. Bond, with his endless and unbeatable charm and good looks turns the lesbian, by the name of Miss Pussy Galore (yeah), straight.
Bond: „I thought you were only interested in women.“
Bond: „I thought you were only interested in women.“
Miss Pussy Galore: „I just hadn’t met a man yet.“
Anyway, I liked this one a lot!