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Subjunctive
Sep 12, 2006

✨sparkle and shine✨

Mel Mudkiper posted:

James Bond drinks a vodka martini tho

check mate

His loss.

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Khizan
Jul 30, 2013


The main thing that I got out of reading this book is confirmation of my opinion that Daniel Craig is the best Bond.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 6: Two Men In Straw Hats

quote:

When Bond left the bar he walked purposefully along the pavement flanking the tree-lined boulevard towards his hotel a few hundred yards away. He was hungry.

The day was still beautiful, but by now the sun was very hot and the plane-trees, spaced about twenty feet apart on the grass verge between the pavement and the broad tarmac, gave a cool shade.

There were few people abroad and the two men standing quietly under a tree on the opposite side of the boulevard looked out of place.

Bond noticed them when he was still a hundred yards away and when the same distance separated them from the ornamental ‘porte cochère’ of the Splendide.

The two men are dressed in hot-looking black suits and straw hats with black ribbons, each carrying a camera case: one bright red, the other bright blue. Bond's instincts immediately take this as a warning sign.

quote:

Red-man seemed to give a short nod to Blue-man. With a quick movement Blue-man unslung his blue camera case. Blue-man, and Bond could not see exactly as the trunk of a plane-tree beside him just then intervened to obscure his vision, bent forward and seemed to fiddle with the case. Then with a blinding flash of white light there was the ear-splitting crack of a monstrous explosion and Bond, despite the protection of the tree-trunk, was slammed down to the pavement by a solid bolt of hot air which dented his cheeks and stomach as if they had been made of paper. He lay, gazing up at the sun, while the air (or so it seemed to him) went on twanging with the explosion as if someone had hit the bass register of a piano with a sledgehammer.

When, dazed and half-conscious, he raised himself on one knee, a ghastly rain of pieces of flesh and shreds of blood-soaked clothing fell on him and around him, mingled with branches and gravel. Then a shower of small twigs and leaves. From all sides came the sharp tinkle of falling glass. Above in the sky hung a mushroom of black smoke which rose and dissolved as he drunkenly watched it. There was an obscene smell of high explosive, of burning wood, and of, yes, that was it – roast mutton. For fifty yards down the boulevard the trees were leafless and charred. Opposite, two of them had snapped off near the base and lay drunkenly across the road. Between them there was a still smoking crater. Of the two men in straw hats, there remained absolutely nothing. But there were red traces on the road, and on the pavements and against the trunks of the trees, and there were glittering shreds high up in the branches.

Bond felt himself starting to vomit.

Once again, not the same Bond from the films who would instantly leap to his feet to handle the situation.

Mathis picks up the stupefied Bond and leads him back to the Splendide to strip off his clothes (wet with the dead men's blood and pulped flesh) and bombard him with questions. As soon as Bond tells him the description of the men, he recognizes them as the Bulgarians one of Le Chiffre's men was meeting in town. He calls the Deuxième Bureau with the story to give the police and press: it was two Bulgarian communists who killed each other with bombs during a vendetta, the third one around is probably heading for Paris so put up roadblocks to catch him, and the Englishman from Jamaica is with French intelligence.

Mathis and Bond have realized that this job is far, far more dangerous and complex than expected. Mathis leaves to try and recover fragments of the "camera cases" and do a further investigation into exactly what must have gone wrong with the bombs.

quote:

Later, as Bond was finishing his first straight whisky ‘on the rocks’ and was contemplating the paté de foie gras and cold langouste which the waiter had just laid out for him, the telephone rang.

‘This is Mademoiselle Lynd.’

The voice was low and anxious.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes, quite.’

‘I’m glad. Please take care of yourself.’

She rang off.

Bond shook himself, then he picked up his knife and selected the thickest of the pieces of hot toast.

He suddenly thought: two of them are dead, and I have got one more on my side. It’s a start.

He dipped the knife into the glass of very hot water which stood beside the pot of Strasbourg porcelain and reminded himself to tip the waiter doubly for this particular meal.

Once again defying his reputation for vodka martinis, Book Bond is a very heavy whiskey drinker. In fact, the thing he drinks the most in the books is either whiskey on the rocks or a scotch and soda.

Langouste is a French term for spiny lobster, or rock lobster. Foie gras is a controversial paté made from the liver of duck or goose that's been fattened through force-feeding, widely regarded in modern day as an inhumane practice. Despite its famous reputation as a delicacy, the method of production has resulted in bans on export, import, or the production altogether.

Chapter 7: Rouge Et Noir

quote:

Bond was determined to be completely fit and relaxed for a gambling session which might last most of the night. He ordered a masseur for three o’clock. After the remains of his luncheon had been removed, he sat at his window gazing out to sea until there came a knock on the door as the masseur, a Swede, presented himself.

Silently he got to work on Bond from his feet to his neck, melting the tensions in his body and calming his still twanging nerves. Even the long purpling bruises down Bond’s left shoulder and side ceased to throb, and when the Swede had gone Bond fell into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke in the evening completely refreshed.

After a cold shower, Bond walked over to the Casino. Since the night before he had lost the mood of the tables. He needed to re-establish that focus which is half mathematical and half intuitive and which, with a slow pulse and a sanguine temperament, Bond knew to be the essential equipment of any gambler who was set on winning.

Bond is a big gambler and it's probably his favorite activity. What he likes the most is the sense of fallibility that a good gambler must have: luck will come and go and mistakes in gambling are your own fault. He doesn't fall for the gambler's fallacy, where after the coin comes up heads 5 times in a row that you must be "owed" it coming up tails next. On a roulette table, the game begins anew every time the croupier tosses the ball in.

As he plays roulette, Bond uses his realistic knowledge of the odds to make his bets.

quote:

On the record of that particular table, after about three hours’ play, Bond could see little of interest except that the last dozen had been out of favour. It was his practice to play always with the wheel, and only to turn against its previous pattern and start on a new tack after a zero had turned up. So he decided to play one of his favourite gambits and back two – in this case the first two – dozens, each with the maximum – one hundred thousand francs. He thus had two-thirds of the board covered (less the zero) and, since the dozens pay odds of two to one, he stood to win a hundred thousand francs every time any number lower than 25 turned up.

After seven coups he had won six times. He lost on the seventh when thirty came up. His net profit was half a million francs. He kept off the table for the eighth throw. Zero turned up. This piece of luck cheered him further and, accepting the thirty as a finger-post to the last dozen, he decided to back the first and last dozens until he had lost twice. Ten throws later the middle dozen came up twice, costing him four hundred thousand francs, but he rose from the table eleven hundred thousand francs to the good.

\Directly Bond had started playing in maximums, his game had become the centre of interest at the table. As he seemed to be in luck, one or two pilot fish started to swim with the shark. Sitting directly opposite, one of these, whom Bond took to be an American, had shown more than the usual friendliness and pleasure at his share of the winning streak. He had smiled once or twice across the table, and there was something pointed in the way he duplicated Bond’s movements, placing his two modest plaques of ten mille exactly opposite Bond’s larger ones. When Bond rose, he too pushed back his chair and called cheerfully across the table:

‘Thanks for the ride. Guess I owe you a drink. Will you join me?’

Bond had a feeling that this might be the C.I.A. man. He knew he was right as they strolled off together towards the bar, after Bond had thrown a plaque of ten mille to the croupier and had given a mille to the ‘huissier’ who drew back his chair.

‘My name’s Felix Leiter,’ said the American.

‘Glad to meet you.’ ‘Mine’s Bond – James Bond.’

Felix Leiter has probably been played by more actors than anyone else in Bond history, as they simply couldn't keep an actor for more than one or two films before suddenly recasting him. Leiter has been portrayed by Jack Lord, Cec Linder, Rik Van Nutter, Norman Burton, David Hedison, John Terry, Jeffrey Wright, and Bernie Casey in the unofficial Bond film Never Say Never Again. In the 1954 TV version, he was changed to British agent Clarence Leiter, played by Michael Pate.

While there's artwork of his book appearance, I'll save it for another time as the portrait includes a spoiler that anyone who's seen License to Kill will know about.



quote:

Bond insisted on ordering Leiter’s Haig-and-Haig ‘on the rocks’ and then he looked carefully at the barman.

Haig & Haig is a scotch brand known for its distinctive "pinch" bottle.



quote:

‘A dry martini,’ he said. ‘One. In a deep champagne goblet.’

‘Oui, monsieur.’

‘Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?’

‘Certainly, monsieur.’ The barman seemed pleased with the idea.

‘Gosh, that’s certainly a drink,’ said Leiter. Bond laughed. ‘When I’m … er … concentrating,’ he explained, ‘I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink’s my own invention. I’m going to patent it when I can think of a good name.’

He watched carefully as the deep glass became frosted with the pale golden drink, slightly aerated by the bruising of the shaker. He reached for it and took a long sip.

‘Excellent,’ he said to the barman, ‘but if you can get a vodka made with grain instead of potatoes, you will find it still better.’

‘Mais n’enculons pas des mouches,’ he added in an aside to the barman. The barman grinned.

‘That’s a vulgar way of saying “we won’t split hairs” , ’ explained Bond.

Ah, here we go. The origin of the vodka martini, shaken not stirred.

This is a drink that technically no longer exists. Kina Lillet was one of a large number of quinquinas, aromatized wines whose flavoring included quinine. Quinine is a bitter extract from the cinchona tree bark that was historically used as a treatment for malaria, and its terribly bitter taste led to a lot of attempts to make it palatable for medication. The most famous is the gin and tonic (mixing quinine-infused tonic water with gin, creating a chemical reaction that neutralizes the bitterness), but quinine was also used to flavor wines. Just like the gin and tonic, what was once a way of making the medicine go down ended up becoming extremely popular as a general flavoring.

Unfortunately, in the 1980s Kina Lillet was discontinued. The current product, Lillet Blanc, has no quinine in it. That being said, you can get close to Bond's original taste if you know what to do.



Minor spoiler: this drink is called the Vesper. It's believed to have been named by Ian Fleming after a visit to a friend in Jamaica where the butler served "vespers", a generic term for drinks served in the evening; the original drink was a fruity frozen rum beverage.

When I was at Dear Irving in Manhattan, I worked with the bartender to replicate the drink as closely as possible. There's a few specific requests that need to be made beyond shaking:

1. You need gin of 47% ABV before Gordon's was reformulated to a lower proof.

2. You need vodka of 50% ABV to match the proof of typical vodkas in the 1950s.

3. You need an alternative to Kina Lillet unless you have a perfectly preserved vintage bottle. I used Cocchi Americano, but you can also add quinine powder to Lillet Blanc.

The higher proofs of the alcohol are actually the reason for it being shaken. Bond has been mocked before in pop culture for watering down his martinis, but in fact the higher alcohol content of the 1950s liquor compensates for any additional dilution from shaking with ice. That being said, shaking a modern vodka martini made with lower proof vodka will make a rather weak drink.

I honestly really enjoyed this recreation, despite the bar not having sufficiently strong vodka. It tastes close to a gin martini, but the higher proofs and addition of vodka give it an extra alcoholic kick and the quinine-infused wine mixes in a sort of gin and tonic flavor. Just as Bond described (and as he is himself), it's very cold and very strong.

quote:

‘You’d better call it the “Molotov Cocktail” after the one you tasted this afternoon.’

They sat down. Bond laughed.

‘I see that the spot marked “X” has been roped off and they’re making cars take a detour over the pavement. I hope it hasn’t frightened away any of the big money.’

‘People are accepting the communist story or else they think it was a burst gas-main. All the burnt trees are coming down tonight and if they work things here like they do at Monte Carlo, there won’t be a trace of the mess left in the morning.’

Leiter shook a Chesterfield out of his pack. ‘I’m glad to be working with you on this job,’ he said, looking into his drink, ‘so I’m particularly glad you didn’t get blown to glory. Our people are definitely interested. They think it’s just as important as your friends do and they don’t think there’s anything crazy about it at all. In fact, Washington’s pretty sick we’re not running the show, but you know what the big brass is like. I expect your fellows are much the same in London.’

Bond nodded. ‘Apt to be a bit jealous of their scoops,’ he admitted.

‘Anyway, I’m under your orders and I’m to give you any help you ask for. With Mathis and his boys here, there may not be much that isn’t taken care of already. But, anyway, here I am.’

Bond learns more about Leiter. He's about 35 (a similar age to Bond), a native of Texas (which Bond, and by extension Fleming, says that most good Americans seem to come from), and has a tall, thin, bony frame with a loose-fitting tan suit similar to Frank Sinatra that matches his hair.

quote:

His movements and speech were slow, but one had the feeling that there was plenty of speed and strength in him and that he would be a tough and cruel fighter. As he sat hunched over the table, he seemed to have some of the jack-knife quality of a falcon. There was this impression also in his face, in the sharpness of his chin and cheek-bones and the wide wry mouth. His grey eyes had a feline slant which was increased by his habit of screwing them up against the smoke of the Chesterfields which he tapped out of the pack in a chain. The permanent wrinkles which this habit had etched at the corners gave the impression that he smiled more with his eyes than with his mouth. A mop of straw-coloured hair lent his face a boyish look which closer examination contradicted. Although he seemed to talk quite openly about his duties in Paris, Bond soon noticed that he never spoke of his American colleagues in Europe or in Washington and he guessed that Leiter held the interests of his own organization far above the mutual concerns of the North Atlantic Allies. Bond sympathized with him.

By the time Leiter had swallowed another whisky and Bond had told him about the Muntzes and his short reconnaissance trip down the coast that morning, it was seven-thirty, and they decided to stroll over to their hotel together. Before leaving the Casino, Bond deposited his total capital of twenty-four million at the caisse, keeping only a few notes of ten mille as pocket-money.

As they walked across to the Splendide, they saw that a team of workmen was already busy at the scene of the explosion. Several trees were uprooted and hoses from three municipal tank cars were washing down the boulevard and pavements. The bomb-crater had disappeared and only a few passers-by had paused to gape. Bond assumed that similar face-lifting had already been carried out at the Hermitage and to the shops and frontages which had lost their windows.

In the warm blue dusk Royale-les-Eaux was once again orderly and peaceful.

‘Who’s the concierge working for?’ asked Leiter as they approached the hotel. Bond was not sure, and said so.

Mathis had been unable to enlighten him. ‘Unless you have bought him yourself,’ he had said, ‘you must assume that he has been bought by the other side. All concierges are venal. It is not their fault. They are trained to regard all hotel guests except maharajahs as potential cheats and thieves. They have as much concern for your comfort or well-being as crocodiles.’

Bond remembered Mathis’s pronouncement when the concierge hurried up to inquire whether he had recovered from his most unfortunate experience of the afternoon. Bond thought it well to say that he still felt a little shaky. He hoped that if the intelligence were relayed, Le Chiffre would at any rate start playing that evening with a basic misinterpretation of his adversary’s strength. The concierge proffered glycerine hopes for Bond’s recovery.

Leiter’s room was on one of the upper floors and they parted company at the lift after arranging to see each other at the Casino at around half past ten or eleven, the usual hour for the high tables to begin play.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Khizan posted:

The main thing that I got out of reading this book is confirmation of my opinion that Daniel Craig is the best Bond.

I'll get more into the Bond actors later, but the film adaptation of Casino Royale was an intentional effort to make as close of an adaptation as possible. That's actually why I'm not even allowing talk of the movie events in spoilers, because it's so close to the book that anyone who's seen the movie knows how this book will go even in small details.

Daniel Craig and Sean Connery are also the only two Bonds to actually be close to the real Bond in age (unless you also count Barry Nelson as "Jimmy Bond"). All the rest were too old by at least a few years when they were hired, with Roger Moore actually being past the book's mandatory retirement age for Double-O agents!

Runcible Cat
May 28, 2007

Ignoring this post

chitoryu12 posted:

Ah, here we go. The origin of the vodka martini, shaken not stirred.

This is a drink that technically no longer exists. Kina Lillet was one of a large number of quinquinas, aromatized wines whose flavoring included quinine. Quinine is a bitter extract from the cinchona tree bark that was historically used as a treatment for malaria, and its terribly bitter taste led to a lot of attempts to make it palatable for medication. The most famous is the gin and tonic (mixing quinine-infused tonic water with gin, creating a chemical reaction that neutralizes the bitterness), but quinine was also used to flavor wines. Just like the gin and tonic, what was once a way of making the medicine go down ended up becoming extremely popular as a general flavoring.

Unfortunately, in the 1980s Kina Lillet was discontinued. The current product, Lillet Blanc, has no quinine in it. That being said, you can get close to Bond's original taste if you know what to do.



Minor spoiler: this drink is called the Vesper. It's believed to have been named by Ian Fleming after a visit to a friend in Jamaica where the butler served "vespers", a generic term for drinks served in the evening; the original drink was a fruity frozen rum beverage.

When I was at Dear Irving in Manhattan, I worked with the bartender to replicate the drink as closely as possible. There's a few specific requests that need to be made beyond shaking:

1. You need gin of 47% ABV before Gordon's was reformulated to a lower proof.

2. You need vodka of 50% ABV to match the proof of typical vodkas in the 1950s.

3. You need an alternative to Kina Lillet unless you have a perfectly preserved vintage bottle. I used Cocchi Americano, but you can also add quinine powder to Lillet Blanc.

The higher proofs of the alcohol are actually the reason for it being shaken. Bond has been mocked before in pop culture for watering down his martinis, but in fact the higher alcohol content of the 1950s liquor compensates for any additional dilution from shaking with ice. That being said, shaking a modern vodka martini made with lower proof vodka will make a rather weak drink.

I honestly really enjoyed this recreation, despite the bar not having sufficiently strong vodka. It tastes close to a gin martini, but the higher proofs and addition of vodka give it an extra alcoholic kick and the quinine-infused wine mixes in a sort of gin and tonic flavor. Just as Bond described (and as he is himself), it's very cold and very strong.

I've got a copy of this around somewhere, which claims Kina Lillet would be incredibly nasty in this combination so you should use Lillet vermouth instead, but IDK, maybe that was just Kingsley Amis' opinion. It also remarks that Bond's being obnoxious with the potato vodka crack, since that would be poteen/moonshine/not something any respectable barman would serve.

chitoryu12 posted:

I'll get more into the Bond actors later, but the film adaptation of Casino Royale was an intentional effort to make as close of an adaptation as possible.

As opposed to the 1967 Casino Royale film, which seems to have been an intentional effort not to. I'm hard-pressed to choose my favourite between them, though.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Runcible Cat posted:

I've got a copy of this around somewhere, which claims Kina Lillet would be incredibly nasty in this combination so you should use Lillet vermouth instead, but IDK, maybe that was just Kingsley Amis' opinion. It also remarks that Bond's being obnoxious with the potato vodka crack, since that would be poteen/moonshine/not something any respectable barman would serve.

It certainly tastes fine with Cocchi Americano, which is a similar quinquina with just a different flavor blend. Maybe Kina Lillet itself is crap? In terms of the vodka, some further reading suggests that in the 1950s potato vodka was seen as a "commie vodka" less popular in Western circles than grain. Stolichnaya became popular at the time the book was published for its wheat vodka.

Ian Fleming: The Spy Who Came in With The Gold was a 1966 biography that included Fleming's preferred American-style martini recipe:

quote:

“It is extremely difficult to get a good Martini anywhere in England. . . . The way I get one to suit me in any pub is to walk calmly and confidently up to the bar and, speaking very distinctly, ask the man or girl behind it to put plenty of ice in the shaker (they nearly all have a shaker), pour in six gins and one dry vermouth (enunciate ‘dry’ carefully) and shake until I tell them to stop.

“You then point to a suitably large glass and ask them to pour the mixture in. Your behaviour will create a certain amount of astonishment, not unmixed with fear, but you will have achieved a very large and fairly good Martini, and it will cost you about $1.25.”

Somebody Awful
Nov 27, 2011

BORN TO DIE
HAIG IS A FUCK
Kill Em All 1917
I am trench man
410,757,864,530 SHELLS FIRED


I don't drink but this drink commentary is actually pretty interesting. :tipshat:

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Also I just found out that there's a new craft cocktail bar a few miles from my work that seems to have a very well-stocked bar (including absinthe!), so I'm going to start heading over there and requesting drinks from the books starting with the Americano so I can more accurately describe their flavors.

If you like martinis, I firmly recommend you try my Vesper recipe:

* 3 ounces of 47% ABV London dry gin (Beefeater will work)
* 1 ounce of 50% ABV grain vodka (Svedka has released some 100 proof vodka recently)
* 0.5 ounces of Cocchi Americano

Shake vigorously in a cocktail shaker and serve with a large lemon peel twist. Drink while ice cold.

Ichabod Sexbeast
Dec 5, 2011

Giving 'em the old razzle-dazzle

Mel Mudkiper posted:

James Bond drinks a vodka martini tho

check mate

There's a theory about that from the later books - russian potato vodka would be oilier and would need to be shaken, rather than stirred. A hint of monsieur Bond's true alliegences?

gently caress knows, according to the letters page of New Scientist (in aggregate).

Xotl
May 28, 2001

Be seeing you.
I'm confused here on the martini ingredients. Is Bond's drink a gin and vermouth thing like the Fleming quote describes, or the gin and vodka and quinine thing? Why the two different ones?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 8: Pink Lights And Champagne

quote:

Bond walked up to his room, which again showed no sign of trespass, threw off his clothes, took a long hot bath followed by an ice-cold shower and lay down on his bed. There remained an hour in which to rest and compose his thoughts before he met the girl in the Splendide bar, an hour to examine minutely the details of his plans for the game, and for after the game, in all the various circumstances of victory or defeat. He had to plan the attendant roles of Mathis, Leiter, and the girl and visualize the reactions of the enemy in various contingencies. He closed his eyes and his thoughts pursued his imagination through a series of carefully constructed scenes as if he was watching the tumbling chips of coloured glass in a kaleidoscope.

At twenty minutes to nine he had exhausted all the permutations which might result from his duel with Le Chiffre. He rose and dressed, dismissing the future completely from his mind.

As he tied his thin, double-ended, black satin tie, he paused for a moment and examined himself levelly in the mirror. His grey-blue eyes looked calmly back with a hint of ironical inquiry and the short lock of black hair which would never stay in place slowly subsided to form a thick comma above his right eyebrow. With the thin vertical scar down his right cheek the general effect was faintly piratical. Not much of Hoagy Carmichael there, thought Bond, as he filled a flat, light gunmetal box with fifty of the Morland cigarettes with the triple gold band. Mathis had told him of the girl’s comment.



This is a sketch Ian Fleming commissioned of Bond when the Daily Express began Bond comic strips, making this the official appearance of Bond in the novels. However, Bond is quite famous in the film world for the variety of actors who have played him.

The first Bond on film was actually Barry Nelson, playing the American "Jimmy Bond" in the 1954 Climax! TV episode that adapted this book. Nelson was a World War II Army veteran who was nominated for a Tony in 1978 for his part as Dan Connors in The Act and played the hotel manager who interviews Jack Torrance in The Shining. He died in 2007 a day before his 90th birthday of unknown causes.



When the first official Bond production began for the adaptation of Dr. No, bodybuilder and struggling actor Sean Connery was hired. He bears the closest resemblance to Book Bond of any actor, despite Fleming viewing his appearance as that of an "overgrown stuntman". The rough and unrefined Scottish actor was groomed, dressed, and trained to be the classiest man alive, and Fleming found himself proven so wrong that he made Bond half-Scottish in the later novels in his honor.

Connery had no real desire for an extended series beyond how it would benefit his contract and hated being typecast. He was only brought back for Diamonds Are Forever in 1971 with a record $1.25 million salary, though in 1983 he would return for the unofficial Bond film Never Say Never Again; due to his age of 52 at the time of filming, the plot (a rewrite of Thunderball in a complicated situation that we'll get to when we get there) was written around Bond's advanced age catching up with him. Connery has since retired completely from acting.



When Connery refused to return as Bond for On Her Majesty's Secret Service in 1969, the producers scrambled to find a replacement. They settled on Australian model George Lazenby, who needed additional training simply for the acting side of things. While he's regarded as having given a fine performance for an inexperienced actor, he felt disrespected by the more experienced production team and was advised by his agent that the Bond franchise was going to be coming to an end soon, so he announced his decision to quit the role before the film even released. As you can see, his agent was wrong. Lazenby was not brought back after his singular outing and struggled to revitalize his career.



After Sean Connery left the official films for good, English actor Roger Moore was approached. He was already a household name from playing Simon Templar on The Saint and had previously been half-considered, but his television and film commitments left him unavailable. In 1972 when it became clear that a new Bond was needed, Albert R. Broccoli approached Moore and he was cast in Live And Let Die in 1973.

Moore was an unusual choice, already being quite old for a Double-O agent, but his long turn as Bond meant that a lot of people grew up with Roger Moore as James Bond in their minds. The Moore films often angled more toward the campy, though For Your Eyes Only saw a turn for a darker and more grounded story; his depiction of Bond was a truly suave and debonair playboy who always had a trick up his sleeve, fitting the expected spy films of the 1970s. However, his age caught up with him and his final film was A View To a Kill in 1985 at the age of 58. The film was somewhat uncomfortable with the Bond Girl being young enough to be his daughter.

Moore settled down from his strong career after leaving the role and spent a lot of time on humanitarian work, before dying at the age of 89 (the same as Barry Nelson) in May 2017.



With Moore too old to continue, the Welsh actor Timothy Dalton was brought in for The Living Daylights, released in 1987. Dalton had been considered as far back as 1968, but considered himself too young. When he was considered in 1979 or 1980 to take over from the aging Moore, he disagreed with the campy direction of the films. He finally accepted and was given a three-film deal.

Dalton's Bond was a darker take, constantly re-reading the books on set and suggesting them as inspiration, and License to Kill was a straight revenge film with Bond going rogue to take on a drug cartel after their conflict became personal. However, the series was suddenly embroiled in a four-year lawsuit that delayed production. While production resumed in the 90s and Dalton was brought in to renegotiate his expired contract, he had lost his interest in the series and declined. Dalton has since diversified his career, from Rhett Butler to a stuffed porcupine in Toy Story 3.



With Dalton gone and the plans for his third film canceled, a totally new film was created and a new Bond located. Much like his predecessor, Pierce Brosnan was considered for replacing Roger Moore around the time of For Your Eyes Only (thanks to his first wife, Cassandra Harris, playing Countess Lisl in the film). He was given the first shot for The Living Daylights, but contractual obligations to Remington Steele prevented him from taking the role. After Dalton declined to sign a new contract, Brosnan was finally brought in and added Ireland to Bond's places of origin.

Brosnan was the only Bond to never perform a film based on a Fleming story, with GoldenEye in 1995 being praised for its greater complexity and the quality of its action scenes. However, his films gradually began to fall closer and closer to typical 90s and early 2000s action films until 2002's Die Another Day saw a CGI Bond surfing away from a tsunami caused by a giant laser melting the Arctic. As Brosnan turned 50, he and the producers decided not to make the same mistake they did with keeping Moore on until he was Grandpa Bond and Brosnan saw his run end. Despite this, much of the millennial generation grew up with Brosnan as Bond and he's generally considered the true Bond of video games.

Outside of the role, Brosnan continues to act in a variety of roles and has generally avoided typecasting. His film repertoire since Bond includes the film adaptations of the Percy Jackson series, Mamma Mia, The Foreigner with Jackie Chan, and upcoming historical drama The Wreck of the Medusa.



The new Bond was intended to be a closer take on the books, with the first official adaptation of Casino Royale released in 2006. The new Bond was Daniel Craig, a controversial choice for his blonde hair, big ears, and thuggish looks. He was also the first Bond born after the release of the original book and the death of Ian Fleming. Despite the public's reservations, Casino Royale successfully rebooted the series by depicting a cold and violent Bond on his first Double-O mission.

Craig is the current Bond, though his fifth outing in 2019 will be his last. The reboot of the series has reintroduced such characters as Blofeld, with every film after Casino Royale being totally original and serving as a direct sequel to its predecessor instead of a stand-alone adventure.



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He slipped the case into his hip pocket and snapped his black oxidized Ronson to see if it needed fuel. After pocketing the thin sheaf of ten-mille notes, he opened a drawer and took out a light chamois leather holster and slipped it over his left shoulder so that it hung about three inches below his arm-pit. He then took from under his shirts in another drawer a very flat .25 Beretta automatic with a skeleton grip, extracted the clip and the single round in the barrel and whipped the action to and fro several times, finally pulling the trigger on the empty chamber. He charged the weapon again, loaded it, put up the safety catch and dropped it into the shallow pouch of the shoulder-holster. He looked carefully round the room to see if anything had been forgotten and slipped his single-breasted dinner-jacket coat over his heavy silk evening shirt. He felt cool and comfortable. He verified in the mirror that there was absolutely no sign of the flat gun under his left arm, gave a final pull at his narrow tie and walked out of the door and locked it.

While Bond is famous for his use of the Walther PPK, this is only because Dr. No was the first book to be adapted and this is the one in which Bond switched guns. Originally, Bond carried a Beretta Model 418 vest pocket pistol in .25 ACP. This tiny gun is underpowered (it's estimated that in self-defense cases, 35% of attackers were not stopped no matter how many times they were hit and only 49% were incapacitated by a single torso or head shot), but it's extremely light and easy to conceal. Bond clearly chose this gun with the intention of using a gun as a last resort.



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When he turned at the foot of the short stairs towards the bar, he heard the lift-door open behind him and a cool voice call ‘Good evening’.

It was the girl. She stood and waited for him to come up to her.

He had remembered her beauty exactly. He was not surprised to be thrilled by it again.

Her dress was of black velvet, simple and yet with the touch of splendour that only half a dozen couturiers in the world can achieve. There was a thin necklace of diamonds at her throat and a diamond clip in the low vee which just exposed the jutting swell of her breasts. She carried a plain black evening bag, a flat object which she now held, her arm akimbo, at her waist. Her jet black hair hung straight and simple to the final inward curl below the chin.

She looked quite superb and Bond’s heart lifted.

‘You look absolutely lovely. Business must be good in the radio world!’

She put her arm through his. ‘Do you mind if we go straight into dinner?’ she asked. ‘I want to make a grand entrance and the truth is there’s a horrible secret about black velvet. It marks when you sit down. And, by the way, if you hear me scream tonight, I shall have sat on a cane chair.’

This is the dress Vesper is depicted in on the cover.

The pair head down to the casino's dining room. While the most popular seats are in front of a huge picture window overlooking the gardens, Bond seems to have wised up from the cafe bombing and chooses a mirrored alcove in the back of the room.

Bond orders a carafe of very cold vodka for the table and finally realizes that he hasn't actually asked for the girl's name.

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‘Vesper,’ she said. ‘Vesper Lynd.’

Bond gave her a look of inquiry.

‘It’s rather a bore always having to explain, but I was born in the evening, on a very stormy evening according to my parents. Apparently they wanted to remember it.’ She smiled. ‘Some people like it, others don’t. I’m just used to it.’

‘I think it’s a fine name,’ said Bond. An idea struck him. ‘Can I borrow it?’ He explained about the special martini he had invented and his search for a name for it. ‘The Vesper,’ he said. ‘It sounds perfect and it’s very appropriate to the violet hour when my cocktail will now be drunk all over the world. Can I have it?’

‘So long as I can try one first,’ she promised. ‘It sounds a drink to be proud of.’

It's a drink that'll knock you flat on your rear end, sure!

The pair decide on their dinner, which gives us some of the first real food porn in these books.

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‘I’d made two choices,’ she laughed, ‘and either would have been delicious, but behaving like a millionaire occasionally is a wonderful treat and if you’re sure … well, I’d like to start with caviar and then have a plain grilled “rognon de veau” with “pommes soufflés”. And then I’d like to have “fraises des bois” with a lot of cream. Is it very shameless to be so certain and so expensive?’ She smiled at him inquiringly.

‘It’s a virtue, and anyway it’s only a good plain wholesome meal.’ He turned to the maitre d’hotel, ‘and bring plenty of toast.’

‘The trouble always is,’ he explained to Vesper, ‘not how to get enough caviar, but how to get enough toast with it.’

‘Now,’ he turned back to the menu, ‘I myself will accompany mademoiselle with the caviar, but then I would like a very small “tournedos”, underdone, with “sauce Béarnaise” and a “coeur d’artichaut”. While mademoiselle is enjoying the strawberries, I will have half an avocado pear with a little French dressing. Do you approve?’

Lucky for us, photographer Henry Hargreaves created a photo set called Dying to Eat which depicts the more prominent meals from the books as they would have appeared.



For about 100 years, French cuisine was considered the most desirable and spectacular cuisine in the world. While Bond is at a restaurant in France, such an order would have been typical at any fancy restaurant in the Western world. Delmonico's in New York City and Antoine's in New Orleans spent decades with a menu written entirely or almost entirely in French, making it impossible to understand what you were ordering if you didn't at least recognize culinary terms.

Caviar, as we're all aware, is salt-cured sturgeon roe. There are many classes of caviar and the absolute best is served in incredibly tiny portions that nonetheless taste strongly salty and savory when placed on your tongue. The quip about not having enough toast for caviar is reminiscent of a 1919 incident when Fyodor Raskolnikov, commander of the Volga-Caspian fleet, brought several barrels of black caviar captured from former Tsarist warehouses back to Moscow. The Kremlin held a function where huge bowls were put out for the guests, but only two thin slices of bread provided to each person. It took months for them to finish off the caviar.

Rognon de veau are roast veal kidneys. The pommes souffles are an upscale French fry made by slicing potatoes and frying them twice so they puff up and turn into little golden brown balloons as they cool. Fraises des bois are wild strawberries that are smaller and less perfect-looking than commercial farmed strawberries, but have a much more intense flavor.

Tournedos are small round cuts of beef from the end of a tenderloin that include the filet mignon, but he may also be referring to Tournedos Rossini, a dish made from tournedos pan-fried in butter and served on a large crouton with a slice of fresh foie gras. Béarnaise sauce is a French white sauce made of clarified butter emulsified in egg yolks and white wine vinegar, flavored with herbs and spices like shallots, chervil, peppercorns, gherkins, and tarragon. The coeur d’artichaut is an artichoke heart, the fleshy base left after all the leaves of the artichoke are removed. The half-avocado with French dressing is a very unusual dessert (especially in the 1950s when avocados weren't very common in England or America; Mark's & Spencer's stores in the UK didn't get them until 1959) but as a common resident of Jamaica Fleming would have been familiar with them.

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The maitre d’hotel bowed.

‘My compliments, mademoiselle and monsieur. Monsieur George,’ he turned to the sommelier and repeated the two dinners for his benefit.

‘Parfait,’ said the sommelier, proffering the leather-bound wine list.

‘If you agree,’ said Bond, ‘I would prefer to drink champagne with you tonight. It is a cheerful wine and it suits the occasion – I hope,’ he added.

‘Yes, I would like champagne,’ she said.

With his finger on the page, Bond turned to the sommelier: ‘The Taittinger 45?’

‘A fine wine, monsieur,’ said the sommelier. ‘But if monsieur will permit,’ he pointed with his pencil, ‘the Blanc de Blanc Brut 1943 of the same marque is without equal.’

Bond smiled. ‘So be it,’ he said.

‘That is not a well-known brand,’ Bond explained to his companion, ‘but it is probably the finest champagne in the world.’ He grinned suddenly at the touch of pretension in his remark.

I'm afraid I don't have much of a taste for champagne, so I can't really comment on any taste differences. I don't drink champagne quite enough to tell the difference between any brands.

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‘You must forgive me,’ he said. ‘I take a ridiculous pleasure in what I eat and drink. It comes partly from being a bachelor, but mostly from a habit of taking a lot of trouble over details. It’s very pernickety and old-maidish really, but then when I’m working I generally have to eat my meals alone and it makes them more interesting when one takes trouble.’

Vesper smiled at him.

‘I like it,’ she said. ‘I like doing everything fully, getting the most out of everything one does. I think that’s the way to live. But it sounds rather schoolgirlish when one says it,’ she added apologetically.

The little carafe of vodka had arrived in its bowl of crushed ice and Bond filled their glasses.

‘Well, I agree with you anyway,’ he said, ‘and now, here’s luck for tonight, Vesper.’

‘Yes,’ said the girl quietly, as she held up her small glass and looked at him with a curious directness straight in the eyes. ‘I hope all will go well tonight.’

She seemed to Bond to give a quick involuntary shrug of the shoulders as she spoke, but then she leant impulsively towards him.

‘I have some news for you from Mathis. He was longing to tell you himself. It’s about the bomb. It’s a fantastic story.’

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 07:49 on Jul 22, 2019

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Xotl posted:

I'm confused here on the martini ingredients. Is Bond's drink a gin and vermouth thing like the Fleming quote describes, or the gin and vodka and quinine thing? Why the two different ones?

A proper martini is a ration of 6 parts gin or vodka to 1 part dry vermouth (unless you're one of those people who thinks you can just drink gin out of a glass, think about adding vermouth, and call it a martini). The Vesper that Bond invents at the bar is a modification that mixes gin and vodka and replaces the vermouth with a quinine-infused aromatized wine. The resulting drink tastes like a cross between a gin martini and a gin & tonic, with an additional bitter herbal element from the Kina Lillet (or substitute like Cocchi Americano) and the vodka adding more alcohol content than is normal.

In the films, Bond is known for ordering "vodka martini, shaken not stirred". He does occasionally order vodka and gin martinis in the books, but the films made it part of his character. The shaking also dilutes the drink more than stirring, which is appropriate when you're using the 1950s' higher proof spirits (especially for a Vesper, which is just a glass of three different kinds of strong alcohol) but will leave you with a pathetically weak drink if you use modern 80 proof vodka or 70 proof gin.

PreacherTom
Oct 7, 2003

I want to prank them for hours in my basement...
This thread is transcendent. Kudos.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012

At this point, Mudman abruptly ends the conversation. He usually insists on the last word.

chitoryu12 posted:

unless you're one of those people who thinks you can just drink gin out of a glass

by these people you mean cool and correct people

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

So because it's not something that will get brought up for a long time from now, let's talk about James Bond's distinctive sidearms.



As was covered, Bond started with a Beretta Model 418. His gun is specifically described as having a "skeleton grip", meaning he removed the grip panels. This allows you to see how many rounds are left in the magazine without removing it to check the cutouts and makes the gun very slightly thinner at the cost of being much less comfortable to fire. As I said, the .25 ACP cartridge is incredibly weak (it's basically a centerfire .22 LR) and Bond clearly chose the most concealable and lightweight gun possible at the expense of anything else.



After an incident in From Russia With Love, Bond is given a Walther PPK at the beginning of Dr. No. The PPK is the shortened version of the Walther PP, a police sidearm chambered in .32 ACP or .380 ACP. While the .32 ACP round isn't very powerful, the .380 has been found to do just as well with stopping assailants in self-defense as any larger round. The PPK is also a more technologically advanced gun, featuring a double-action trigger and a decocker to allow the gun to be carried with the hammer down and safety off; pulling the trigger cocks the hammer back and fires it with a long, heavy trigger pull that can't be done accidentally.

This photo is the actual PPK carried in From Russia With Love by Sean Connery.



Something very rarely talked about is that in Octopussy, Walther wanted to advertise their new gun, the Walther P5. Bond thus mislays his PPK and is given the gun with relatively little fanfare by Q Branch. The P5 is a more powerful pistol chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum designed to replace the West German police's .32 caliber pistols. It's actually based on the Walther P38 that was used by Germany in World War II and the P1 (a P38 with an aluminum frame that was used all the way into the 1990s before being replaced by the USP).

Never Say Never Again, the unofficial Bond film, was released at the same time and gave Sean Connery the same gun.



Despite the speedbump with the P5, the PPK remained Bond's sidearm until the end of Tomorrow Never Dies, where Pierce Brosnan loses his after being captured. He once again picks up the latest Walther pistol, the P99, from Wei Lin's armory. Signifying the increasing action that Bond was facing beyond simple spy missions, Brosnan continued using the gun through his subsequent two films and Daniel Craig used it for Casino Royale, only returning to the PPK in A Quantum of Solace.

The P99 was a very modern gun when it was released and is still in military and police use. While many versions have been released over the years, the original gun as used by Bond is a double/single-action striker-fired pistol. Rather than a decocking lever, it has a decocking button on top of the slide.



After Fleming's death, a number of authors took up his torch and continued writing Bond novels, both original stories and novelizations of the films (often trying to tie them into the book continuity, which led to some awkwardness when certain things had already occurred in the past due to the films taking inspiration out of order). In the stories by John Gardner, Bond carries an ASP 9. This is an unusual gun mostly known to aficionados and people who play Call of Duty. It's a Smith & Wesson Model 39 heavily modified for concealed carry usage: heavily rounded everything to prevent snagging, clear Lexan grip panels to see how much ammo remains, improvements to reliability, and a "Guttersnipe" sight that uses its triangular shape to provide a sight picture for close range point shooting.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Mel Mudkiper posted:

by these people you mean cool and correct people

I drink straight gin regularly (including Bols). I just don't call it a martini if I do it while looking in the direction of Italy.

Servoret
Nov 8, 2009



"And, by the way, if you hear me scream tonight, I shall have sat on a cane chair."

I've read Casino Royale several times, but I never noticed this bit of foreshadowing before!


Great thread, by the way. I read Casino Royale when I was twelve and loved it. It got me on a Bond paperback collecting tear for a couple years, and I read almost all of the Fleming books, but the first one was always my favorite.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I bought all the ingredients to make more Vespers this week for my lady friend. It'll be Tanqueray gin, Potter's 100 Proof vodka, and Cocchi Americano.

Lightning Lord
Feb 21, 2013

$200 a day, plus expenses

chitoryu12 posted:

In terms of the vodka, some further reading suggests that in the 1950s potato vodka was seen as a "commie vodka" less popular in Western circles than grain. Stolichnaya became popular at the time the book was published for its wheat vodka.

There's a Polish vodka brand called Chopin and their potato vodka is actually quite good. Smooth and far less oily than the average. I don't really like drinking straight vodka very often, but I would consider it with this stuff. Unfortunately for the purposes of this thread, it's 80 proof.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 9: The Game Is Baccarat

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Bond looked round, but there was no possibility of being overheard, and the caviar would be waiting for the hot toast from the kitchens.

‘Tell me.’ His eyes glittered with interest.

‘They got the third Bulgar, on the road to Paris. He was in a Citroën and he had picked up two English hikers as protective colouring. At the road-block his French was so bad that they asked for his papers and he brought out a gun and shot one of the motor-cycle patrol. But the other man got him, I don’t know how, and managed to stop him committing suicide. Then they took him down to Rouen and extracted the story – in the usual French fashion, I suppose.'

‘Apparently they were part of a pool held in France for this sort of job – saboteurs, thugs, and so on – and Mathis’s friends are already trying to round up the rest. They were to get two million francs for killing you and the agent who briefed them told them there was absolutely no chance of being caught if they followed his instructions exactly.’

She took a sip of vodka. ‘But this is the interesting part. ‘The agent gave them the two camera-cases you saw. He said the bright colours would make it easier for them. He told them that the blue case contained a very powerful smoke-bomb. The red case was the explosive. As one of them threw the red case, the other was to press a switch on the blue case and they would escape under cover of the smoke. In fact, the smoke-bomb was a pure invention to make the Bulgars think they could get away. Both cases contained an identical high-explosive bomb. There was no difference between the blue and the red cases. The idea was to destroy you and the bomb-throwers without trace. Presumably there were other plans for dealing with the third man.’

Turns out the Bulgarians were too clever for their own good. They decided not to take any chances and figured they would throw the "smoke bomb" in first to cover up them throwing the bomb. Instead, they just blew themselves up. The third one hiding behind the Hotel Splendide to pick them up initially thought they had made a mistake and tried to flee, but when confronted with the fragments of the unexploded red case he realized that they were tricked and spilled the beans to the cops immediately. Unfortunately they were dealt with entirely through an intermediary, so he doesn't even know Le Chiffre exists.

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She finished her story just as the waiters arrived with the caviar, a mound of hot toast, and small dishes containing finely chopped onion and grated hard-boiled egg, the white in one dish and the yolk in another.

The caviar was heaped on to their plates and they ate for a time in silence.

After a while Bond said: ‘It’s very satisfactory to be a corpse who changes places with his murderers. For them it certainly was a case of being hoist with their own petard. Mathis must be very pleased with the day’s work – five of the opposition neutralized in twenty-four hours,’ and he told her how the Muntzes had been confounded.

‘Incidentally,’ he asked, ‘how did you come to get mixed up in this affair? What section are you in?’

‘I’m personal assistant to Head of S.,’ said Vesper. ‘As it was his plan, he wanted his section to have a hand in the operation and he asked M. if I could go. It seemed only to be a liaison job, so M. said yes although he told my chief that you would be furious at being given a woman to work with.’ She paused and when Bond said nothing continued: ‘I had to meet Mathis in Paris and come down with him. I’ve got a friend who is a “vendeuse” with Dior and somehow she managed to borrow me this and the frock I was wearing this morning, otherwise I couldn’t possibly have competed with all these people.’ She made a gesture towards the room.

‘The office was very jealous although they didn’t know what the job was. All they knew was that I was to work with a Double O. Of course you’re our heroes. I was enchanted.’

Bond frowned. ‘It’s not difficult to get a Double O number if you’re prepared to kill people,’ he said. ‘That’s all the meaning it has. It’s nothing to be particularly proud of. I’ve got the corpses of a Japanese cipher expert in New York and a Norwegian double agent in Stockholm to thank for being a Double O. Probably quite decent people. They just got caught up in the gale of the world like that Yugoslav that Tito bumped off. It’s a confusing business but if it’s one’s profession, one does what one’s told. How do you like the grated egg with your caviar?’

‘It’s a wonderful combination,’ she said. ‘I’m loving my dinner. It seems a shame …’ She stopped, warned by a cold look in Bond’s eye.

‘If it wasn’t for the job, we wouldn’t be here,’ he said.

I'm not sure exactly which Yugoslav Bond is referring to. I imagine Tito had bumped off quite a few of them by 1952.

The book gets more into the details later, but this is the first hint that Bond doesn't really think his job is all it's cracked up to be. There's more an idea that Bond has the job he has because it's what he knows how to do best, rather than any particular sense of patriotism or the idea that he's a "good guy".

As Vesper thinks back on the Head of S. warning her about Bond's harshness and how quickly he shied away from any kind of warmth, Bond explains baccarat to her.

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‘It’s much the same as any other gambling game. The odds against the banker and the player are more or less even. Only a run against either can be decisive and “break the bank”, or break the players.

‘Tonight, Le Chiffre, we know, has bought the baccarat bank from the Egyptian syndicate which is running the high tables here. He paid a million francs for it and his capital has been reduced to twenty-four million. I have about the same. There will be ten players, I expect, and we sit round the banker at a kidney-shaped table.'

‘Generally, this table is divided into two tableaux. The banker plays two games, one against each of the tableaux to left and right of him. In that game the banker should be able to win by playing off one tableau against the other and by first-class accountancy. But there aren’t enough baccarat players yet at Royale and Le Chiffre is just going to pit his luck against the other players at the single tableau. It’s unusual because the odds in favour of the banker aren’t so good, but they’re a shade in his favour and, of course, he has control of the size of the stakes.'

‘Well, the banker sits there in the middle with a croupier to rake in the cards and call the amount of each bank and a chef de partie to umpire the game generally. I shall be sitting as near dead opposite Le Chiffre as I can get. In front of him he has a shoe containing six packs of cards, well shuffled. There’s absolutely no chance of tampering with the shoe. The cards are shuffled by the croupier and cut by one of the players and put into the shoe in full view of the table. We’ve checked on the staff and they’re all okay. It would be useful, but almost impossible, to mark all the cards, and it would mean the connivance at least of the croupier. Anyway, we shall be watching for that too.’

The version of baccarat being played today is Baccarat Banque. The other variant is Chemin de Fer, in which the position of banker is passed onto the next player when the current banker loses a hand. In Baccarat Banque, the bank is put up for auction and whichever player is willing to take the highest amount of risk buys it.

Le Chiffre will put up an opening bank of 500,000 francs (I think about $13,500 in modern money). Every seat from left to right (from the players' perspective across the table from the banker) is numbered and each player is given the chance in order to accept the bet. If no player is willing to put up 500,000 francs for this hand, the entire table and spectators chip in to make up the 500,000. This is a pretty small bet by baccarat standards, but once you start hitting 1 or 2 million francs you may start seeing players pass.

When a player actually accepts the bank and challenges the banker to a hand, the game is very similar to blackjack. The player and banker are both handed two cards, with the objective of getting as close to 9 as possible. Face cards and 10s are worth nothing, aces are worth 1, and all other cards are worth their face value. If your point total goes over 10, you drop the left digit (so if you have an 8 and a 4, your hand is 2 instead of 12). The player has the option of either standing with what they have or asking for a third card, and the banker isn't even allowed to look at his cards until the player makes their choice. If the player chooses a third card, the banker deals it face-up so everyone can see what it is. The banker then has to make the choice to either stand or take a third card for himself.

Bond is partly playing a psychological game with Le Chiffre. If he gets dealt an 8 or 9, he automatically wins unless his opponent has an equal or better "natural". Because the banker doesn't get to see his opponent's hand but gets to see the third card they're dealt if they ask for it, Le Chiffre will need to determine his next move by trying to figure out how low his opponent's hand must have been to make them ask for a card and whether it's worth it to take a third for himself. The banker does get a slight advantage by actually having this information to make a choice (the player doesn't know the banker's hand until they've already made their move), but Le Chiffre will need to try and predict just how Bond will react to having a number like a 5 in his hand.

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‘But in the end,’ Bond stubbed out his cigarette and called for the bill, ‘it’s the natural eights and nines that matter, and I must just see that I get more of them than he does.’

Chapter 10: The High Table

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While telling the story of the game and anticipating the coming fight, Bond’s face had lit up again. The prospect of at least getting to grips with Le Chiffre stimulated him and quickened his pulse. He seemed to have completely forgotten the brief coolness between them, and Vesper was relieved and entered into his mood.

He paid the bill and gave a handsome tip to the sommelier. Vesper rose and led the way out of the restaurant and out on to the steps of the hotel.

The big Bentley was waiting and Bond drove Vesper over, parking as close to the entrance as he could. As they walked through the ornate ante-rooms, he hardly spoke. She looked at him and saw that his nostrils were slightly flared. In other respects he seemed completely at ease, acknowledging cheerfully the greetings of the Casino functionaries. At the door to the salle privée they were not asked for their membership cards. Bond’s high gambling had already made him a favoured client and any companion of his shared in the glory.

They meet Felix Leiter at the tables, and he leads Vesper away to show her how to break the bank at roulette.

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Bond looked inquiringly at Vesper.

‘I should love that,’ she said, ‘but will you give me one of your lucky numbers to play on?’

‘I have no lucky numbers,’ said Bond unsmilingly. ‘I only bet on even chances, or as near them as I can get. Well, I shall leave you then.’ He excused himself. ‘You will be in excellent hands with my friend Felix Leiter.’ He gave a short smile which embraced them both and walked with an unhurried gait towards the caisse.

Leiter sensed the rebuff.

‘He’s a very serious gambler, Miss Lynd,’ he said. ‘And I guess he has to be. Now come with me and watch Number 17 obey my extra-sensory perceptions. You’ll find it quite a painless sensation being given plenty of money for nothing.’

Bond turns in his receipt at the caisse for 24 million francs (about $648,685 today), divides the notes equally between his jacket pockets, and heads to the back. Baccarat is traditionally a high stakes game played in segregated areas where only seriously high rollers can play, in this case at the back of the room behind a brass rail and velvet rope.

Bond has had the Number 6 spot reserved for him, slightly right of center. He intentionally sat as close to facing Le Chiffre head-on as possible.

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Opposite him, the banker’s chair was vacant. He glanced round the table. He knew most of the players by sight, but few of their names. At Number 7, on his right, there was a Monsieur Sixte, a wealthy Belgian with metal interests in the Congo. At Number 9 there was Lord Danvers, a distinguished but weak-looking man whose francs were presumably provided by his rich American wife, a middle-aged woman with the predatory mouth of a barracuda, who sat at Number 3. Bond reflected that they would probably play a pawky and nervous game and be amongst the early casualties. At Number 1, to the right of the bank was a well-known Greek gambler who owned, as in Bond’s experience apparently everyone does in the Eastern Mediterranean, a profitable shipping line. He would play coldly and well and would be a stayer.

Bond talks to a huissier and asks him to check with the chef de partie for information on the five gamblers who are missing or that he doesn't recognize.

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Number 2, still empty, was to be Carmel Delane, the American film star with alimony from three husbands to burn and, Bond assumed, a call on still more from whoever her present companion at Royale might be. With her sanguine temperament she would play gaily and with panache and might run into a vein of luck.

Then came Lady Danvers at Number 3 and Numbers 4 and 5 were a Mr and Mrs Du Pont, rich-looking and might or might not have some of the real Du Pont money behind them. Bond guessed they would be stayers. They both had a business-like look about them and were talking together easily and cheerfully as if they felt very much at home at the big game. Bond was quite happy to have them next to him – Mrs Du Pont sat at Number 5 – and he felt prepared to share with them or with Monsieur Sixte on his right, if they found themselves faced with too big a bank.

At Number 8 was the Maharajah of a small Indian state, probably with all his wartime sterling balances to play with. Bond’s experience told him that few of the Asiatic races were courageous gamblers, even the much-vaunted Chinese being inclined to lose heart if the going was bad. But the Maharajah would probably stay late in the game and stand some heavy losses if they were gradual.

Number 10 was a prosperous-looking young Italian, Signor Tomelli, who possibly had plenty of money from wrack-rents in Milan and would probably play a dashing and foolish game. He might lose his temper and make a scene.

The baccarat table has a wide array of humans at it, both male and female. I guess even in the early 50s the gaming tables were one of the great equalizers of mankind.

Le Chiffre slides in, all quiet economy of movement that Bond compares to a big fish, and sits at the table. He cuts the cards before the croupier loads them into the card shoe and announces the bank of 500,000 francs open. The Greek at Number 1 immediately takes it.

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Le Chiffre crouched over the shoe. He gave it a short deliberate slap to settle the cards, the first of which showed its semi-circular pale pink tongue through the slanting aluminium mouth of the shoe. Then, with a thick white forefinger he pressed gently on the pink tongue and slipped out the first card six inches or a foot towards the Greek on his right hand. Then he slipped out a card for himself, then another for the Greek, then one more for himself.

He sat immobile, not touching his own cards.

He looked at the Greek’s face.

With his flat wooden spatula, like a long bricklayer’s trowel, the croupier delicately lifted up the Greek’s two cards and dropped them with a quick movement an extra few inches to the right so that they lay just before the Greek’s pale hairy hands which lay inert like two watchful pink crabs on the table.

The two pink crabs scuttled out together and the Greek gathered the cards into his wide left hand and cautiously bent his head so that he could see, in the shadow made by his cupped hand, the value of the bottom of the two cards. Then he slowly inserted the forefinger of his right hand and slipped the bottom card slightly sideways so that the value of the top card was also just perceptible.

His face was quite impassive. He flattened out his left hand on the table and then withdrew it, leaving the two pink cards face down before him, their secret unrevealed.

Then he lifted his head and looked Le Chiffre in the eye.

‘Non,’ said the Greek flatly.

From the decision to stand on his two cards and not ask for another, it was clear that the Greek had a five, or a six, or a seven. To be certain of winning, the banker had to reveal an eight or a nine. If the banker failed to show either figure, he also had the right to take another card which might or might not improve his count.

Le Chiffre’s hands were clasped in front of him, his two cards three or four inches away. With his right hand he picked up the two cards and turned them face upwards on the table with a faint snap.

They were a four and a five, an undefeatable natural nine.

He had won.

One of the greatest accomplishments of this book is its ability to give tension and detail to something as dull as a casino card game. I think one of the reasons Casino Royale had so much difficulty being translated to film properly is that it can be pretty hard to make a card game look interesting in a movie, especially if your series is relying on either campy spy gadgets or gigantic and incredibly expensive action sequences. Correspondingly, the 2006 film recasts Le Chiffre as a terrorist financier and front loads the story with action sequences in which Bond foils his plots and costs him his investments to force him into gambling.

The Greek has only a 7, so Le Chiffre gets the 500,000. The croupier uses his wide spatula to push the cards through a slot in the table into a metal canister below where all dead cards are consigned. After the Greek pushes his five 100,000-franc plaques forward, the croupier slips a few counters through a slot to give the casino its cagnotte, or share of the win.

quote:

‘Un banco d’un million.’

‘Suivi,’ murmured the Greek, meaning that he exercised his right to follow up his lost bet.

Bond lit a cigarette and settled himself in his chair. The long game was launched and the sequence of these gestures and the reiteration of this subdued litany would continue until the end came and the players dispersed. Then the enigmatic cards would be burnt or defaced, a shroud would be draped over the table and the grass-green baize battlefield would soak up the blood of its victims and refresh itself.

The Greek, after taking a third card, could achieve no better than a four to the bank’s seven.

‘Un banco de deux millions,’ said the croupier.

The players on Bond’s left remained silent.

‘Banco,’ said Bond.

Selachian
Oct 9, 2012

chitoryu12 posted:

After Fleming's death, a number of authors took up his torch and continued writing Bond novels, both original stories and novelizations of the films (often trying to tie them into the book continuity, which led to some awkwardness when certain things had already occurred in the past due to the films taking inspiration out of order). In the stories by John Gardner, Bond carries an ASP 9. This is an unusual gun mostly known to aficionados and people who play Call of Duty. It's a Smith & Wesson Model 39 heavily modified for concealed carry usage: heavily rounded everything to prevent snagging, clear Lexan grip panels to see how much ammo remains, improvements to reliability, and a "Guttersnipe" sight that uses its triangular shape to provide a sight picture for close range point shooting.

If I recall correctly, one of Gardner's reasons for having Bond give up the Walther PPK was the 1974 attempted kidnapping of Princess Anne. Her bodyguard was carrying a PPK, but it jammed and he was shot by the attacker instead.

chitoryu12 posted:

One of the greatest accomplishments of this book is its ability to give tension and detail to something as dull as a casino card game. I think one of the reasons Casino Royale had so much difficulty being translated to film properly is that it can be pretty hard to make a card game look interesting in a movie, especially if your series is relying on either campy spy gadgets or gigantic and incredibly expensive action sequences. Correspondingly, the 2006 film recasts Le Chiffre as a terrorist financier and front loads the story with action sequences in which Bond foils his plots and costs him his investments to force him into gambling.

One of my favorite anecdotes from the 1967 movie is that in the scene where Orson Welles, as Le Chiffre, plays cards against Peter Sellers, as Evelyn Tremble, they were never actually in the same room. Welles and Sellers despised each other and could not work together, so the directors were forced to film both halves of the game separately and edit them together.

Selachian fucked around with this message at 15:19 on Jul 3, 2018

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Selachian posted:

If I recall correctly, one of Gardner's reasons for having Bond give up the Walther PPK was the 1974 attempted kidnapping of Princess Anne. Her bodyguard was carrying a PPK, but it jammed and he was shot by the attacker instead.

It was also one of the top deep concealment handguns back in the 70s and 80s. It actually took quite a long time for firearms technology to really perfect subcompact pistols in a caliber above .380 ACP or 9x18mm Makarov at best. Subcompact 1911s are really common now, but until the Detonics Combat Master in 1978 the only option for one was to cut and weld an existing gun to try and get it down to a size below "massive".

One curious thing about the PPK in the films is that it's very inconsistent about what caliber it's in. In the novels and officially through dialogue in Dr. No, it's a .32 ACP. However, The Man With the Golden Gun specifically says his gun is a 6-shot, which would make it a .380.

The film adaptation of Dr. No actually made a few bloopers due to prop availability. The biggest is probably that the PPK is actually the larger Walther PP, which the London Metropolitan Police were using at the time.



The other is that they apparently couldn't find a .25 caliber Beretta and so the gun Bond turns in is a Beretta M1934 is .380 ACP, ironically a more powerful gun than the .32 caliber PPK he was supposedly receiving.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I got myself an Americano. Honestly it’s not that great. The Campari is strong enough to add too much bitterness to the drink and unbalance it if you use equal parts.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Currently struggling to fully recover from my hangover from last night. Among other things, I tried a Vesper made with Tempus Fugit Kina L'Aéro d'Or to replace the Kina Lillet, which the bartender said would be closer than Cocchi Americano in flavor profile.

I definitely feel like it would taste closer, and I just need to get that 100 proof vodka to ramp it up all the way to authentic. The Tempus Fugit adds a more noticeable quinine bitterness that the Cocchi lacks. I had 6 cocktails (and 2 beers) last night and the Vesper was definitely the most dangerous.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



I read all the Fleming books around the turn of the century and this is a fun revisit. Thanks for sharing your food and drink insights, particularly!

JUST MAKING CHILI
Feb 14, 2008

Lightning Lord posted:

There's a Polish vodka brand called Chopin and their potato vodka is actually quite good. Smooth and far less oily than the average. I don't really like drinking straight vodka very often, but I would consider it with this stuff. Unfortunately for the purposes of this thread, it's 80 proof.

I have small bottles of Chopin in my freezer, which I haven't drank in years. It was a three pack of 375 ml rye, wheat, and potato vodka. Maybe I'll make some Vespers!

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 11: Moment of Truth

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Le Chiffre looked incuriously at him, the whites of his eyes, which showed all round the irises, lending something impassive and doll-like to his gaze.

He slowly removed one thick hand from the table and slipped it into the pocket of his dinner-jacket. The hand came out holding a small metal cylinder with a cap which Le Chiffre unscrewed. He inserted the nozzle of the cylinder, with an obscene deliberation, twice into each black nostril in turn, and luxuriously inhaled the benzedrine vapour.

Unhurriedly he pocketed the inhaler, then his hand came quickly back above the level of the table and gave the shoe its usual hard, sharp slap.

During this offensive pantomime Bond had coldly held the banker’s gaze, taking in the wide expanse of white face surmounted by the short abrupt cliff of reddish-brown hair, the unsmiling wet red mouth and the impressive width of the shoulders, loosely draped in a massively cut dinner-jacket.

But for the high-lights on the satin of the shawl-cut lapels, he might have been faced by the thick bust of a black-fleeced Minotaur rising out of a green grass field.



At the beginning of the book, when we got Le Chiffre's novel appearance, he had the benzedrine inhaler up his nose. Benzedrine is a trademark for the first amphetamine drug to hit the market. It was first marketed as a decongestant of all things, but people started using Benzedrine as a recreational stimulant. Amphetamines were commonly issued by all sides in WW2 to help keep their soldiers awake and alert and anyone in the military in the 40s and 50s like Bond/Fleming would have been familiar with them.

Bond casually tosses a packet of money on the table without counting, an intentional gesture to indicate that he doesn't plan on losing and doesn't care if he does. The first hand is given out, and Bond impassionately flips up a four and a five. Le Chiffre flips up two knaves, a total of zero. Bond won the 2 million franc hand in an instant.

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As the game went on, Bond looked over the spectators leaning on the high brass rail round the table. He soon saw Le Chiffre’s two gunmen. They stood behind and to either side of the banker. They looked respectable enough, but not sufficiently a part of the game to be unobtrusive.

The one more or less behind Le Chiffre’s right arm was tall and funereal in his dinner-jacket. His face was wooden and grey, but his eyes flickered and gleamed like a conjurer’s. His whole long body was restless and his hands shifted often on the brass rail. Bond guessed that he would kill without interest or concern for what he killed and that he would prefer strangling. He had something of Lennie in Of Mice and Men, but his inhumanity would not come from infantilism but from drugs. Marihuana, decided Bond.

I guess we finally found a drug Bond won't touch! That dastardly reefer, turning all our children into hooligans and whores!

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The other man looked like a Corsican shopkeeper. He was short and very dark with a flat head covered with thickly greased hair. He seemed to be a cripple. A chunky malacca cane with a rubber tip hung on the rail beside him. He must have had permission to bring the cane into the Casino with him, reflected Bond, who knew that neither sticks nor any other objects were allowed in the rooms as a precaution against acts of violence. He looked sleek and well-fed. His mouth hung vacantly half-open and revealed very bad teeth. He wore a heavy black moustache and the backs of his hands on the rail were matted with black hair. Bond guessed that hair covered most of his squat body. Naked, Bond supposed, he would be an obscene object.

I definitely picture my enemies naked as soon as I meet them. It gives me a bargaining advantage.

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The game continued uneventfully, but with a slight bias against the bank.

The third coup is the ‘sound barrier’ at chemin-de-fer and baccarat. Your luck can defeat the first and second tests, but when the third deal comes along it most often spells disaster. Again and again at this point you find yourself being bounced back to earth. It was like that now. Neither the bank nor any of the players seemed to be able to get hot. But there was a steady and inexorable seepage against the bank, amounting after about two hours’ play to ten million francs. Bond had no idea what profits Le Chiffre had made over the past two days. He estimated them at five million and guessed that now the banker’s capital could not be more than twenty million.

In fact, Le Chiffre had lost heavily all that afternoon. At this moment he only had ten million left.

Bond, on the other hand, by one o’clock in the morning, had won four million, bringing his resources up to twenty-eight million.

Bond was cautiously pleased. Le Chiffre showed no trace of emotion. He continued to play like an automaton, never speaking except when he gave instructions in a low aside to the croupier at the opening of each new bank.

At 1:10, the pattern of play suddenly alters. Mrs. DuPont takes a shot at a 2 million franc bank and loses to a natural 8. When it comes to 4 million, Bond puts it down.

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Again he fixed Le Chiffre with his eye. Again he gave only a cursory look at his two cards.

‘No,’ he said. He held a marginal five. The position was dangerous.

Le Chiffre turned up a knave and a four. He gave the shoe another slap. He drew a three.

‘Sept à la banquet’ said the croupier, ‘et cinq,’ he added as he tipped Bond’s losing cards face upwards. He raked over Bond’s money, extracted four million francs and returned the remainder to Bond.

‘Un banco de huit millions.’

‘Suivi,’ said Bond.

And lost again, to a natural nine.

In two coups he had lost twelve million francs. By scraping the barrel, he had just sixteen million francs left, exactly the amount of the next banco.

Suddenly Bond felt the sweat on his palms. Like snow in sunshine his capital had melted. With the covetous deliberation of the winning gambler, Le Chiffre was tapping a light tattoo on the table with his right hand. Bond looked across into the eyes of murky basalt. They held an ironical question. ‘Do you want the full treatment?’ they seemed to ask.

‘Suivi,’ Bond said softly.

Bond pulls out the last of his money, trying his best not to make it obvious that it's all he has. He turns and sees Leiter and Vesper behind him and next to Le Chiffre's thugs; Leiter seems worried, but Vesper is smiling. She probably doesn't know how it's going down.

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‘Le jeu est fait,’ said the croupier, and the two cards came slithering towards him over the green baize – a green baize which was no longer smooth, but thick now, and furry and almost choking, its colour as livid as the grass on a fresh tomb.

While I would normally keep the summary going, I really love how this line is written. Considering that this was Fleming's first ever book and he mostly wrote it in one shot while drinking heavily, the man had a natural way with words.

Bond looks at his cards. A king and an ace, a total point value of 1.

quote:

‘A card.’ He still kept all emotion out of his voice.

Le Chiffre faced his own two cards. He had a queen and a black five. He looked at Bond and pressed out another card with a wide forefinger. The table was absolutely silent. He faced it and flicked it away. The croupier lifted it delicately with his spatula and slipped it over to Bond. It was a good card, the five of hearts, but to Bond it was a difficult fingerprint in dried blood. He now had a count of six and Le Chiffre a count of five, but the banker, having a five and giving a five, would and must draw another card and try and improve with a one, two, three or four. Drawing any other card he would be defeated.

The odds were on Bond’s side, but now it was Le Chiffre who looked across into Bond’s eyes and hardly glanced at the card as he flicked it face upwards on the table.

It was, unnecessarily, the best, a four, giving the bank a count of nine. He had won, almost slowing up.

Bond was beaten and cleaned out.

Wheat Loaf
Feb 13, 2012

by FactsAreUseless

chitoryu12 posted:

While I would normally keep the summary going, I really love how this line is written. Considering that this was Fleming's first ever book and he mostly wrote it in one shot while drinking heavily, the man had a natural way with words.

It's interesting to look at his influences. I mentioned Chandler previously, and I think Casino Royale is probably the most Chandleresque of all his books.

Deptfordx
Dec 23, 2013

Catching up. I have a query from the previous page.

He bought the Bentley 'almost new' in 1933.

Wait. How old is Bond supposed to be?

Wiki says his canonical birthdate is somewhere around 1920-21 (estimates differ). Which would make him buying his first car as an extremely precocious 12-13 year old.

Subjunctive
Sep 12, 2006

✨sparkle and shine✨

I took that to mean that the car was in almost-new condition, rather than only a few years old, but your interpretation seems both reasonable and confusing.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Deptfordx posted:

Catching up. I have a query from the previous page.

He bought the Bentley 'almost new' in 1933.

Wait. How old is Bond supposed to be?

Wiki says his canonical birthdate is somewhere around 1920-21 (estimates differ). Which would make him buying his first car as an extremely precocious 12-13 year old.

I'm guessing just an awkward way of saying that the car was in like-new condition when he bought it. Also Bond's birth date shuffles a little bit even in the official Fleming books because of the continued writing past when Bond should have reasonably aged out of the Double-O division.

A Major Fucker
Mar 10, 2013

by Jeffrey of YOSPOS
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
Stewie shall kill you
Are you willing to die?
The baby from Family Guy will set you aflame
You know my name

Deptfordx
Dec 23, 2013

Thinking about it, Bond is famously an Author Avatar and Fleming was born in '08 which would make him an entirely explicable 25 year old deciding to buy a crazy sports car in 1933. I guess both he and his editor either didn't notice or care about the age discrepancy when it came to the character.

Deptfordx fucked around with this message at 18:35 on Jul 7, 2018

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Deptfordx posted:

Thinking about it, Bond is famously an Author Avatar and Fleming was born in '08 which would make him an entirely explicable 25 year old deciding to buy a crazy sports car in 1933. I guess both he and his editor either didn't notice or care about the age discrepancy when it came to the character.

I know that when he was in Eton, his housemaster hated him because he was a slicked-hair car-driving girl-dating rogue.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

Merci, chaton!
Fleming was apparently quite heavily into sado-masochism, specifically the 'sado' part. Which makes what he puts Bond through during the series interesting if Bond really is an author avatar. Suppressed switch tendencies, maybe?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Payndz posted:

Fleming was apparently quite heavily into sado-masochism, specifically the 'sado' part. Which makes what he puts Bond through during the series interesting if Bond really is an author avatar. Suppressed switch tendencies, maybe?

Oh yeah, we get into some more of that later.

Somebody Awful
Nov 27, 2011

BORN TO DIE
HAIG IS A FUCK
Kill Em All 1917
I am trench man
410,757,864,530 SHELLS FIRED


Oh boy. :whip:

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



Payndz posted:

Fleming was apparently quite heavily into sado-masochism, specifically the 'sado' part. Which makes what he puts Bond through during the series interesting if Bond really is an author avatar. Suppressed switch tendencies, maybe?

James Bondage hell yeah.:redass:

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

You can see the first hint of it with the "Shatter roughly" remark when he sees Vesper.

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Wheat Loaf
Feb 13, 2012

by FactsAreUseless

Payndz posted:

Fleming was apparently quite heavily into sado-masochism, specifically the 'sado' part. Which makes what he puts Bond through during the series interesting if Bond really is an author avatar. Suppressed switch tendencies, maybe?

Sure, they were all into that kind of stuff in all those public schools, weren't they? For instance, while I personally don't believe that David Cameron had anything to do with a dead pig head, surely the fact that everyone's reaction was, "Yeah, I can buy that," is perhaps edifying in its own right. :v:

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