Chapter 1: Roselandquote:The naked man who lay splayed out on his face beside the swimming pool might have been dead. Today, a Girard-Perregaux watch would cost as much as $15,000. quote:A blue and green dragon-fly flashed out from among the rose bushes at the end of the garden and hovered in mid-air a few inches above the base of the man’s spine. It had been attracted by the golden shimmer of the June sunshine on the ridge of fine blond hairs above the coccyx. A puff of breeze came off the sea. The tiny field of hairs bent gently. The dragon-fly darted nervously sideways and hung above the man’s left shoulder, looking down. The young grass below the man’s open mouth stirred. A large drop of sweat rolled down the side of the fleshy nose and dropped glittering into the grass. That was enough. The dragon-fly flashed away through the roses and over the jagged glass on top of the high garden wall. It might be good food, but it moved. The blonde man's time sunning himself in the villa garden is interrupted by the sound of a car approaching. The doorbell is the only thing to give him even a slight stir, opening his blue eyes for a quick second before relaxing again. quote:A young woman carrying a small string bag and dressed in a white cotton shirt and a short, unalluring blue skirt came through the glass door and strode mannishly across the glazed tiles and the stretch of lawn towards the naked man. A few yards away from him, she dropped her string bag on the grass and sat down and took off her cheap and rather dusty shoes. Then she stood up and unbuttoned her shirt and took it off and put it, neatly folded, beside the string bag. This girl has been his masseuse for two years now. As she stares at him and tries to wonder why she feels so strangely about his body, we get enough of a description that it makes me question Fleming's sexuality. quote:To take the small things first: his hair. She looked down at the round, smallish head on the sinewy neck. It was covered with tight red-gold curls that should have reminded her pleasantly of the formalized hair in the pictures she had seen of classical statues. But the curls were somehow too tight, too thickly pressed against each other and against the skull. They set her teeth on edge like fingernails against pile carpet. And the golden curls came down so low into the back of the neck–almost (she thought in professional terms) to the fifth cervical vertebra. And there they stopped abruptly in a straight line of small stiff golden hairs. Did, uh, did you use a model for this Ian? quote:The girl shifted her position and slowly worked down the right leg towards the Achilles tendon. When she came to it, she looked back up the fine body. Was her revulsion only physical? Was it the reddish colour of the sunburn on the naturally milk-white skin, the sort of roast meat look? Was it the texture of the skin itself, the deep, widely spaced pores in the satiny surface? The thickly scattered orange freckles on the shoulders? Or was it the sexuality of the man? The indifference of these splendid, insolently bulging muscles? Or was it spiritual–an animal instinct telling her that inside this wonderful body there was an evil person? I don't find it coincidental that this blonde, blue-eyed man bears such a resemblance to James Bond, either in musculature or his tendency to disappear and then come back covered in injuries. As she starts on his face, the telephone rings inside and the man shoots up onto one knee as if ready to sprint inside. A voice inside answers the phone and he's off and running before the servant is halfway through signaling him to come in. To avoid any perception that she might be spying, the masseuse dives into the pool. quote:Although it would have explained her instincts about the man whose body she massaged, it was as well for the girl’s peace of mind that she did not know who he was.
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# ¿ Apr 27, 2024 15:27 |
Chapter 2: The Slaughtererquote:Grant put the telephone softly back on its cradle and sat looking at it. Red Grant was portrayed in the film adaptation by the famous Robert Shaw. While Fleming writes him with a somewhat thuggish appearance, Shaw is brutally handsome and looks every bit the part of the perfect killer. Because the movie changes the villains to SPECTRE, Grant has no connection to the Soviet Union and is instead SPECTRE's star pupil in training specifically to kill James Bond. quote:The room was bleak and furnished only with an iron bedstead, from which the rumpled sheets hung down on one side to the floor, a cane chair, an unpainted clothes cupboard and a cheap washstand with a tin basin. The floor was strewn with English and American magazines. Garish paper-backs and hard-cover thrillers were stacked against the wall below the window. ZiS (Zavod imeni Stalina, or Stalin Plant) was one of the premier Soviet automotive manufacturers. It would be renamed ZiL (Zavod imeni Likhachyova, or Likhachov Plant) after its former director in 1956 as part of getting rid of the cult of personality around Stalin. It survived as a joint-stock company until 2012 when it finally shut down. The car here would likely have been something like a ZIS-110. After reverse engineering a 1942 Packard Super Eight, they produced this car virtually unchanged from 1946 until between 1958 and 1961. They were often given away as gifts to foreign communist leaders, which means one of them is still sitting outside Ho Chi Minh's former residence in Hanoi. quote:The two men stood back, saying nothing, but looking at him with hard eyes. The driver took his foot off the clutch, and the car, already in gear, accelerated fast away down the dusty road. The dacha is the Eastern European version of having a summer home. They originated as the czar giving small country estates to the wealthy and nobility as gifts and evolved into a common trend of city dwellers having a second home in the countryside where they could spend part of the year vacationing. The Soviet government heavily restricted dacha ownership and construction to give priority to party officials and others who curried favor with them and put restrictions on size and features to keep anyone from making something more extravagant than their neighbor's. This leads to some very odd-looking houses from attempts to cheat the system, like getting around "you can only have a one-story house" by just building a mansard roof to make it legally a giant attic: quote:There were roses all the way, fields of them alternating with the vineyards, hedges of them along the road and, at the approach to the airport, a vast circular bed planted with red and white varieties to make a red star against a white background. Grant was sick of them and he longed to get to Moscow and away from their sweet stench. You might pause here. Soviets using Thompsons? Actually not out of the question! A lot of M1911A1 pistols and Thompson submachine guns were given to the USSR as part of the Lend-Lease aid program during World War II. They were rarely used because of a lack of .45 ACP ammunition, but they certainly did exist. There's also a possibility that Fleming may have been thinking of the PPSh-41, a Soviet submachine gun known for often using giant 71-round drums. They don't really look anything alike except superficially, but it's apparent that Fleming was inexperienced with any guns that he didn't personally use. quote:The driver was obediently motoring on across the tarmac when the iron voice barked again. ‘Stop!’ This seems like a safe airport. The MiG-17 "Fresco" was a subsonic fighter introduced by the Soviets in 1952. Its predecessor, the similar MiG-15 "Fagot", is the most produced jet in history with over 18,000 produced; over 10,000 of the MiG-17 were produced. The MiG-17 improved on its predecessor with a different wing angle to improve aerodynamics and later versions would add afterburners and guided missile support. Despite technically being obsolete by the Vietnam War, they served surprisingly well against supersonic fighters like the F-4 Phantom II due to their small size, agility, and American guided missiles and doctrine being extremely poor for actually targeting and firing on enemy aircraft. quote:A hundred yards further on they came to a plane with the recognition letters V-BO. It was a two-engined Ilyushin 12. A small aluminium ladder hung down from the cabin door and the car stopped beside it. One of the crew appeared at the door. He came down the ladder and carefully examined the driver’s pass and Grant’s identity papers and then waved the driver away and gestured Grant to follow him up the ladder. He didn’t offer to help with the suitcase, but Grant carried it up the ladder as if it had been no heavier than a book. The crewman pulled the ladder up after him, banged the wide hatch shut and went forward to the cockpit. The Il-12 "Coach" was developed during World War II as a replacement for the licensed copy of the Douglas DC-3 that the USSR was already making. It follows the same generic layout except for tricycle landing gear, which makes it much easier to taxi and land. They began regular passenger service in the Soviet Union in 1947 and remained in use until 1970; China kept them in service until 1986. They seem to have had a pretty poor safety record, as 49 of the 663 planes produced crashed (about 7.3% of them!) with over 400 fatalities. quote:Grant unbuckled his seat-belt, lit a gold-tipped Troika cigarette and settled back to reflect comfortably on his past career and to consider the immediate future. Charming man. quote:By the end of his seventeenth year, ghastly rumours were spreading round the whole of Fermanagh, Tyrone and Armagh. When a woman was killed in broad daylight, strangled and thrust carelessly into a haystack, the rumours flared into panic. Groups of vigilantes were formed in the villages, police reinforcements were brought in with police dogs, and stories about the ‘Moon Killer’ brought journalists to the area. Several times Grant on his bicycle was stopped and questioned, but he had powerful protection in Aughmacloy and his story of training-spins to keep him fit for his boxing were always backed up, for he was now the pride of the village and contender for the North of Ireland light-heavyweight championship. Grant got himself into the Royal Corps of Signals on his 18th birthday in 1945, going out into the woods with a bottle of whiskey on the full moon and chugging it until he passed out to keep from killing anyone. He ended up stationed in Berlin as a driver, where he started thinking that the Soviets would really appreciate his brutality and let him get his aggressions out. After being disqualified in an army boxing match for foul fighting and made a motorcycle courier before he was scheduled to be sent back to England, he decided that now was the time. quote:The transfer could not have suited Grant better. He waited a few days and then, one evening when he had collected the day’s outgoing mail from the Military Intelligence Headquarters on the Reichskanzlerplatz, he made straight for the Russian Sector, waited with his engine running until the British control gate was opened to allow a taxi through, and then tore through the closing gate at forty and skidded to a stop beside the concrete pillbox of the Russian Frontier post. T
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# ¿ Feb 19, 2019 16:43 |
Jaguars! posted:I think that he is probably using it as a general term, Alistair MacLean and other thriller writers about that time generally didn't bother much and often referred to that class of guns as Smeissers or Spandaus. Fleming actually entered into a correspondence about weapons during the production of Russia (The secret service armourer who appears in the next book is named Boothroyd after his correspondent), but focused pretty much entirely on pistols. Sure, post away as long as they're not spoilers! A .25 ACP pistol and a .38 Colt both match the guns Bond brings with him in Casino Royale, along with the .45 in his car. I just realized that none of them ever end up getting used in the whole book.
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2019 14:33 |
Chapter 3: Post-Graduate Studiesquote:‘So you would like to work in the Soviet Union, Mister Grant?’ The colonel sighs and makes a call to SMERSH. They come up with a simple win-win plan where Grant will help them sow chaos whether or not he fails in his mission: return to the western half of Berlin and kill Dr. Baumgarten, the head of an Allied spy ring. The Russians will change the license plate on his motorcycle and let him use his disguise as a dispatch rider to get close to Baumgarten at his flat and kill him. quote:The plane roared on across the Heartland of Russia. They had left behind them the blast furnaces flaming far away to the east around Stalino and, to the west, the silver thread of the Dnieper branching away at Dnepropetrovsk. The splash of light around Kharkov had marked the frontier of the Ukraine, and the smaller blaze of the phosphate town of Kursk had come and gone. Now Grant knew that the solid unbroken blackness below hid the great central Steppe where the billions of tons of Russia’s grain were whispering and ripening in the darkness. There would be no more oases of light until, in another hour, they would have covered the last three hundred miles to Moscow. Grant gets much, much less background in the film. He's simply a murderer who escaped from prison and got recruited by SPECTRE. quote:A great deal of killing has to be done in the U.S.S.R., not because the average Russian is a cruel man, although some of their races are among the cruellest peoples in the world, but as an instrument of policy. People who act against the State are enemies of the State, and the State has no room for enemies. There is too much to do for precious time to be allotted to them, and, if they are a persistent nuisance, they get killed. In a country with a population of 200,000,000, you can kill many thousands a year without missing them. If, as happened in the two biggest purges, a million people have to be killed in one year, that is also not a grave loss. The serious problem is the shortage of executioners. Executioners have a short ‘life’. They get tired of the work. The soul sickens of it. After ten, twenty, a hundred death-rattles, the human being, however sub-human he may be, acquires, perhaps by a process of osmosis with death itself, a germ of death which enters his body and eats into him like a canker. Melancholy and drink take him, and a dreadful lassitude which brings a glaze to the eyes and slows up the movements and destroys accuracy. When the employer sees these signs he has no alternative but to execute the executioner and find another one. Do you think Fleming liked the Russians? I must be missing some subtle clues as to his thoughts on them. quote:The next two years were hard for Grant. He had to go back to school, and to a school that made him long for the chipped deal desks in the corrugated iron shed, full of the smell of little boys and the hum of drowsy blue-bottles, that had been his only conception of what a school was like. Now, in the Intelligence School for Foreigners outside Leningrad, squashed tightly among the ranks of Germans, Czechs, Poles, Balts, Chinese and Negroes, all with serious dedicated faces and pens that raced across their notebooks, he struggled with subjects that were pure double-dutch to him. Fleming's Bond managed to uncover the source of Arkady Fotoyev. Apparently Fleming had lifted a lot of information about a Soviet spy training school from a contemporary article about the defection of a spy who refused to order a political assassination and revealed the details of his training. We'll go over this story in detail later, but Colonel Fotoyev was indeed a real Soviet espionage instructor. As for Godlovsky, he doesn't appear to be mentioned in the article and a Google search isn't coming up with any hits that aren't the text of the book. quote:Twice during this year, without warning, an M.G.B. car came for him on the night of the full moon and took him to one of the Moscow jails. There, with a black hood over his head, he was allowed to carry out executions with various weapons – the rope, the axe, the sub-machine gun. Electro-cardiograms, blood-pressure and various other medical tests were applied to him before, during and after these occasions, but their purpose and findings were not revealed to him. It was a good year and he felt, and rightly, that he was giving satisfaction. Around this time, the official exchange rate was 4 rubles to the dollar. This would make his pay $1250 a month in 1953 money, about $11,800 a month today (or $141,000 a year). By Soviet standards, he's fantastically wealthy. quote:Naturally Grant had no friends. He was hated or feared or envied by everyone who came in contact with him. He did not even have any of those professional acquaintanceships that pass for friendship in the discreet and careful world of Soviet officialdom. But, if he noticed the fact, he didn’t care. The only individuals he was interested in were his victims. The rest of his life was inside him. And it was richly and excitingly populated with his thoughts.
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2019 15:01 |
Epicurius posted:I like how the MGB is kind of freaked out by Grant. There we go! Looks like the different name spellings in the Latin alphabet is what tripped me up. Generally when Fleming incorporates a ton of detail and knowledge on a subject despite it being outside his personal experience in the war, you can safely assume he lifted sections almost wholesale from a reference book or newspaper.
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# ¿ Feb 20, 2019 16:03 |
Chapter 4: The Moguls of Deathquote:SMERSH is the official murder organization of the Soviet government. It operates both at home and abroad and, in 1955, it employed a total of 40,000 men and women. SMERSH is a contraction of ‘Smiert Spionam’, which means ‘Death to Spies’. It is a name used only among its staff and among Soviet officials. No sane member of the public would dream of allowing the word to pass his lips. The actual headquarters of SMERSH in real life was the 4th and 6th floors of the Lubyanka building in Moscow. The building was originally constructed as an insurance company headquarters in 1898, but was seized by the Cheka after the revolution and remained the headquarters of the secret police all the way to the modern FSB. It was joked that it was the tallest building in Russia because "you could see Siberia from its basement." Ulitsa Sretenka 13 does exist and resembles how Fleming described it, but I can't find any description of what the building serves as. I think the street numbers may have also changed over time. quote:The direction of SMERSH is carried out from the 2nd floor. The most important room on the 2nd floor is a very large light room painted in the pale olive green that is the common denominator of government offices all over the world. Opposite the sound-proofed door, two wide windows look over the courtyard at the back of the building. The floor is close-fitted with a colourful Caucasian carpet of the finest quality. Across the far left-hand corner of the room stands a massive oak desk. The top of the desk is covered with red velvet under a thick sheet of plate glass. Fleming is very insistent that not only is the location he provided for the SMERSH headquarters accurate, but so is the description of the conference room. quote:The Head of SMERSH, Colonel General Grubozaboyschikov, known in the building as ‘G.’, was dressed in a neat khaki tunic with a high collar, and dark blue cavalry trousers with two thin red stripes down the sides. The trousers ended in riding boots of soft, highly polished black leather. On the breast of the tunic were three rows of medal ribbons – two Orders of Lenin, Order of Suvorov, Order of Alexander Nevsky, Order of the Red Banner, two Orders of the Red Star, the Twenty Years Service medal and medals for the Defence of Moscow and the Capture of Berlin. At the tail of these came the rose-pink and grey ribbon of the British C.B.E., and the claret and white ribbon of the American Medal for Merit. Above the ribbons hung the gold star of a Hero of the Soviet Union. This guy's got enough medals from the Great Patriotic War to jingle when he walks. Order of Lenin: The highest civilian order given by the Soviet Union, given to both civilians and soldiers for outstanding service to the state. From 1944 to 1957, it also acted as a 25-year service medal for the military. Order of Suvorov: Awarded for exceptional service in combat, generally from overcoming disadvantageous odds. Order of Alexander Nevsky: Awarded for displaying personal bravery in combat. Order of the Red Star: Awarded for displaying personal bravery in combat, meritorious service in peacetime, or exceptional service in providing security, training, or scientific progress to the Soviet Union. Medal For Defense of Moscow: Awarded for participating in the Battle of Moscow during the invasion of the Soviet Union. Medal For the Capture of Berlin: Awarded for participating in the invasion and capture of Berlin in 1945. Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire: Awarded for public service to the United Kingdom (one level below knighthood). Medal for Merit: Awarded to civilians for service in World War II. Hero of the Soviet Union: The highest distinction ever awarded by the USSR. It comes with special privileges, including first priority for housing, rent and tax reductions or exemptions, and medical and entertainment benefits. In short, G. is a very important man. quote:One of the telephones on the desk buzzed softly. The man walked with tight and precise steps to his tall chair behind the desk. He sat down and picked up the receiver of the telephone marked in white with the letters V.Ch. These letters are short for Vysokochastoty, or High Frequency. Only some fifty supreme officials are connected to the V.Ch. switchboard, and all are Ministers of State or Heads of selected Departments. It is served by a small exchange in the Kremlin operated by professional security officers. Even they cannot overhear conversations on it, but every word spoken over its lines is automatically recorded. So, the Khokhlov affair. Nikolai Khokhlov was a KGB officer, the son of a Red Army commissar. His father was assigned to a penal battalion for making unfavorable remarks about Stalin and died in the Battle of Moscow in 1941. His stepfather volunteered during the same battle and died pretty much immediately. The teenage Nikolai was recruited from a demolitions battalion into the NKVD, the infamous secret police of the Soviet Union, and was part of an assignment to assassinate a group of German officers with a vaudeville show in the event that they captured Moscow. The Germans retreated, preventing this Inglorious Basterds ending from occurring. Khokhlov was the video game protagonist of the USSR. He romanced fellow agents, parachuted behind enemy lines disguised as a German, aided in the assassination of Wilhelm Kube (the occupying leader of Belarus, who planned to level the city of Minsk and rebuild it as Asgard) by blackmailing his maid into planting a bomb under his bed, and likely engaged in even more action that's remained buried in the records. As far as the NKVD was concerned, he was a hero. But he had been having his doubts about the Soviet mission and what he had been told of their way of life. After being told that the quality of life in the Soviet Union was unsurpassed, he saw firsthand what the Poles and Germans had when he raided their homes on the push to Berlin. After the war, Khokhlov was given a false identity and stationed in Romania as a sleeper agent, ready to jump into action at a moment's notice. He was exposed to the squalor in which the Romanians were forced to live in under what was essentially an occupying Soviet government. He tried to be relieved from duty, but was only given a few months leave to visit his family (during which he married an old school acquaintance). In 1954, after being assigned to East Berlin, Khokhlov was assigned to supervise the assassination of Georgiy Okolovich, a chairman of the anti-communist National Alliance of Russian Solidarists who was living in Frankfurt. Unlike every other mission, he hesitated. The man who had recruited him into the NKVD and made him a top agent, Pavel Sudoplatov, had been arrested as part of the purge of Stalinists after Stalin's death (he only avoided being executed alongside Beria because he feigned insanity, and he survived until 1996). Khokhlov had limited loyalty to his new superior and his disillusionment was growing every day. After discussing the matter with his wife, Khokhlov drove to Okolovich's flat and told him of the Soviet plan to assassinate him. Okolovich called his CIA contacts and arranged a defection of Khokhlov. He was subjected to long and suspicious interrogations, including an accusation of being a fake after a mix-up with Moscow telephone directories caused an operator to accidentally say Khokhlov's phone had been disconnected, but he was eventually able to convince the Americans and British that he was telling the truth. He brought them all the information that Fleming used to describe Grant's training as a Soviet spy, along with the weapons he had picked out for the assassination: guns disguised as cigarette cases, firing hollow cyanide-filled bullets. While being held at a safe house in Oberursel, they told Khokhlov to publicize his defection. He was afraid that his family would be executed in retaliation if he did anything except return to Russia and pretend to still be a loyal spy, but he was convinced that the public embarrassment could put enough pressure on Moscow that they would simply send his family away to live with him instead of risk public perception by killing them. While his family was indeed arrested after Khokhlov went in front of news cameras, they weren't killed. He just never saw them again. In 1957, after the writing of this book, Khokhlov was poisoned by thallium in his coffee. He miraculously survived the assassination attempt and continued to speak out against the Soviet Union around the world. In 1968, he permanently moved to the United States and became a professor of psychology at Cal State in San Bernardino, writing papers on parapsychology and insisting that the Soviets had successful experiments with psychic powers. He divorced his wife without ever seeing her again to make life in Russia easier for her and he married a second time (though his new son died in his mid-20s in 1991 from kidney disease). He lived long enough to see the USSR dissolve, dying in 2007 and buried next to his son. If you'd like to know more, he wrote a book, In the Name of Conscience: The Testament of a Soviet Secret Agent. quote:In a few minutes six men, five of them in uniform, filed in through the door and, with hardly a glance at the man behind the desk, took their places at the conference table. They were three senior officers, heads of their departments, and each was accompanied by an A.D.C. In the Soviet Union, no man goes alone to a conference. For his own protection, and for the reassurance of his department, he invariably takes a witness so that his department can have independent versions of what went on at the conference and, above all, of what was said on its behalf. This is important in case there is a subsequent investigation. No notes are taken at the conference and decisions are passed back to departments by word of mouth. General G. has brought these men here to discuss a matter of national security, including giving them the potentially dangerous knowledge of state secrets. Especially after the purges in 1953, any of them could potentially find themselves on the wrong side of a pistol just for being asked to make a decision here. quote:‘Our recommendation concerns a conspicuous act of terrorism to be carried out in enemy territory within three months.’ You might notice a distinct change in writing style from Fleming here. The book feels almost like a Clancy-esque political thriller, focusing on the manipulation of complex Cold War politics. We've made a swerve from pulp detective novels to discussions on Soviet foreign policy. quote:General G. saw the eyes shining greedily round the table. The men were softened up. Now it was time to be hard. Now it was time for them to feel the new policy on themselves. The Intelligence services would also have to pull their weight in this great game that was being played on their behalf. Smoothly General G. leaned forward. He planted his right elbow on the desk and raised his fist in the air. Hoo boy. That's a lot to cover. Igor Gouzenko was a cipher clerk working in the Soviet embassy in Ottawa. Three days after World War II ended, he defected and handed over all the documents he could get on Soviet intelligence activities in the west. He exposed Stalin's efforts to steal American atomic secrets and plant sleeper agents in the United States and Canada, serving as one of the trigger events of the Cold War. Klaus Fuchs was a German physicist responsible for many significant calculations in developing the first atomic bombs, including early hydrogen bombs. Then in 1950, he was arrested after it was found that he was supplying information on the Manhattan Project to the Soviets. He served 9 years in prison (as the Soviet Union was still officially an ally and thus it didn't legally count as treason) and was deported to East Germany, where he lived until 1988. I believe they're referring to Grigori Aleksandrovich Tokaev, a Russian rocket scientist who served in the Soviet Air Force during the war. While he became a leading Party representative and academic after the war, he had long been critical of Stalin and moved to Britain in 1948, taking all of his knowledge with him. The Petrov Affair was contemporary to the Khokhlov Affair in 1954. Vladimir Petrov, Third Secretary of the Soviet embassy in Canberra and colonel in the KGB, was afraid that he would be purged like Beria if he returned home. He worked with Australian intelligence to defect, but unfortunately declined to tell his wife (an MVD agent). Two MVD couriers were sent to take her back to Moscow, but she was visibly scared and indecisive on the plane and photographed being roughly dragged on board by anti-Soviet demonstrators on the tarmac. When the plane stopped for refueling, Australian agents under orders from Prime Minister Robert Menzies ambushed the plane, detained the Soviet agents, and gave her asylum. The USSR expelled the Australian embassy in Moscow and pulled their embassy out of Canberra in retaliation. Along with its major repercussions for international relations in the Cold War, there were local political repercussions as Menzies faced accusations of arranging the defection to improve his party's chances in the 1954 elections. Even today, some Labour-supporting Australians maintain a conspiracy theory that the defection was rigged to help the Liberal party win. This is the context that Fleming is writing the Soviets in. It's hard not to see them from his point of view when those years have been wracked with defectors, sleeper agents, stolen atomic secrets, purges, and assassination attempts. quote:General G. paused. He continued in his softest voice. ‘Comrades, I have to tell you that unless tonight we make a recommendation for a great Intelligence victory, and unless we act correctly on that recommendation, if it is approved, there will be trouble.’
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2019 16:29 |
Chapter 5: Konspiratsiaquote:The moujiks had received the knout. General G. gave them a few minutes to lick their wounds and recover from the shock of the official lashing that had been meted out. "Moujik" is the Russian word for a peasant. The "knout" was a Russian whip used for corporal punishment, often ending in death. quote:No one said a word for the defence. No one spoke up for his department or mentioned the countless victories of Soviet Intelligence that could be set against the few mistakes. And no one questioned the right of the Head of SMERSH, who shared the guilt with them, to deliver this terrible denunciation. The Word had gone out from the Throne, and General G. had been chosen as the mouthpiece for the Word. It was a great compliment to General G. that he had been thus chosen, a sign of grace, a sign of coming preferment, and everyone present made a careful note of the fact that, in the Intelligence hierarchy, General G., with SMERSH behind him, had come to the top of the pile. Let's talk a little bit about Lavrentiy Beria. He's been touched on before in a previous book, but he was a major part (and in some ways a cause) of the post-war purge of Stalinists. Like Stalin, Beria was a native Georgian. He joined the Bolsheviks while attending a petroleum industry polytechnic school, but he established a pattern later in life by also being cool working with the anti-Bolshevik Müsavat Party in Baku, Azerbaijan. He narrowly avoided execution when the Red Army captured the city because there wasn't enough time to kill and replace him, so he decided to play it cool. He played it so cool that he ended up joining the Cheka. He quickly became the head of the NKVD shortly after its founding and (as usual) had his predecessor executed, by some accounts personally strangling him. Beria was incredibly ruthless, a sociopath with no real loyalty to anyone except himself and his own aspirations for power. He unhesitatingly ordered the executions of tens or hundreds of thousands of people over his career, including the infamous Katyn Massacre of 1940. He arranged the executions of political rivals or their family members to gain further power and became one of Stalin's most trusted subordinates by 1935 by faking a conspiracy to assassinate him and pretending to foil it. He was also a notorious serial rapist/murderer, which was known by pretty much everyone who worked with him; Stalin once freaked out when he found out that his daughter was alone in a house with Beria. He would drive down the street with his bodyguards and pick out pretty girls to kidnap off the street to wine, dine, and rape at his mansion. He would give them a flower bouquet to take, which would imply that the sex was consensual. Didn't take the bouquet? Expect to be arrested and sent to the gulag. Resist his advances too much? He'd strangle you and bury you in the garden out back. He would offer to release political prisoners in return for sex from their friends and relatives, even if he already knew that they had been executed months earlier. The only thing that kept Beria alive was Stalin deciding that he was too important to just get rid of. After the war, he resigned from the NKVD and went right back to what he did before the war: consolidating his power in the hopes that he could take over when Stalin inevitably died. It's believed that Stalin even fabricated a conspiracy of Jewish doctors poisoning top Soviet officials in the hopes that he would have an excuse to replace Beria (because Stalin was also a sociopath who was cool with executing innocent people if it meant getting rid of inconvenient political problems). And then on March 5, 1953, Stalin suffered a stroke. Stalin infamously spent about 12 hours before anyone called a doctor, as nobody wanted to check on him or actually start treating him. It was partly a fear of the increasingly crazy Stalin's micromanaging and paranoia potentially biting them in the rear end if he survived and found out that anyone had taken action without his permission (at the time of his death, his private doctor was being tortured in retaliation for suggesting he needed more bed rest) and partly Beria really wanting to get rid of Stalin. He was noted as being unusually exuberant at the confirmation of Stalin's death, to the point where the rest of his inner circle actually sprinted to their limousines in the hopes of reaching the Kremlin before he did. Beria was appointed First Deputy Premier and reinstated as the head of the MVD, with his ally Georgy Malenkov declared Prime Minister. It was well known that Malenkov was a weaker personality than Beria and that Beria would eventually work his way to becoming the new head of the Soviet Union, which led to the rest of the Party plotting a way to get rid of him. After an uprising in East Germany three months after Stalin's death, they had their chance. Malenkov reluctantly joined the coup; after Beria was accused during a meeting of the Presidium of being a traitor and a spy, Malenkov signaled for Marshal Zhukov and a team of armed guards to burst in and arrest him. He was put through a rapid kangaroo court, declared guilty of treason and terrorism (including multiple actions that were done directly on the orders of Stalin), and executed. The sociopathic monster turned out to be a coward in the end, as he cried and screamed in fear so much that they had to stuff a rag in his mouth before shooting him in the head. His trial was certainly unjust, but did anyone really think he shouldn't have been shot by that point? Beria's execution occurred concurrently with a purge of all of his subordinates and allies. Nikita Khrushchev carefully worked to consolidate power for himself after the coup and remove Stalin's legacy; at the time of the book, he would have been the First Secretary of the Communist Party and by 1958 would become the Premiere. quote:The skull lifted and the hard bulging brown eyes looked straight down the table into the eyes of General Vozdvishensky. General Vozdvishensky managed to look back calmly and even with a hint of appraisal. General G. wants something more damaging and subtle than a simple bombing or assassination: a scandal. Something that everyone will know was the work of a Soviet operation (which they'll obviously deny when asked) and embarrass their enemies in a way that won't incite them to greater strength or unity. The first step is to pick a target. quote:General Vozdvishensky was not dismayed by his task. He had been in intelligence, mostly abroad, for thirty years. He had served as a ‘doorman’ at the Soviet Embassy in London under Litvinoff. He had worked with the Tass Agency in New York and had then gone back to London, to Amtorg, the Soviet Trade Organization. For five years he had been Military Attaché under the brilliant Madame Kollontai in the Stockholm Embassy. He had helped train Sorge, the Soviet master spy, before Sorge went to Tokyo. During the war, he had been for a while Resident Director in Switzerland, or ‘Schmidtland’, as it had been known in the spy-jargon, and there he had helped sow the seeds of the sensationally successful but tragically misused ‘Lucy’ network. He had even gone several times into Germany as a courier to the ‘Rote Kapelle’, and had narrowly escaped being cleaned up with it. And after the war, on transfer to the Foreign Ministry, he had been on the inside of the Burgess and Maclean operation and on countless other plots to penetrate the Foreign Ministries of the West. He was a professional spy to his finger-tips and he was perfectly prepared to put on record his opinions of the rivals with whom he had been crossing swords all his life. Vozdvishensky talks about the different potential targets. Sweden is dismissed despite the skill of their agents because "they're always having spy scandals there". Italy and Spain are disregarded as they mostly stick to their own part of the world and trying to take on Spanish counter-intelligence operatives would likely be a Pyrrhic victory. He suggests France, specifically going after Mathis (who by this point has become the head of the Deuxième Bureau). While the United States seems like an easy target due to their agents' massive resources combined with unprofessional behavior overseas, they want to target someone who's actually competent for the scandal. What they settle on is England. A large, powerful intelligence service with operatives who remain loyal despite relatively low pay and none of the special privileges that Soviet agents get. quote:‘I agree. And now for the target within that organization. I remember Comrade General Vozdvishensky saying something about a myth upon which much of the alleged strength of this Secret Service depends. How can we help to destroy the myth and thus strike at the very motive force of this organization? Where does this myth reside? We cannot destroy all its personnel at one blow. Does it reside in the Head? Who is the Head of the British Secret Service?’ chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 16:34 on Feb 25, 2019 |
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2019 16:21 |
Epicurius posted:So G and Grant are basically the dark mirrors of M and Bond, right? Pretty much! Sperglord Actual posted:'Muzhik' in more modern transliteration. Colloquially it can mean something like 'man' or 'guy' IIRC. I’m going to guess “peasant” is what Fleming was going for since it was in the same context as a tsarist execution method.
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2019 20:51 |
mllaneza posted:I can recommend without hesitation the film Death of Stalin for a dark, comedic look into the events following Stalin's death. It's a truly remarkably cinematic achievement and should be considered essential viewing to go along with this LR. They also let all the actors use their regular accents without bothering to change them, so Zhukov is just Jason Isaacs and Nikita Khrushchev is Steve Buscemi being himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_y0YfT2I_s
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2019 21:19 |
mllaneza posted:And it's glorious. Jason Isaacs is definitely a glorious Zhukov. Previous Bond books (and many or most subsequent ones) stick to the pulp structure and are easy to follow along, but I highly recommend that anyone reading From Russia With Love start by educating themselves on the state of the Soviet Union in the 1950s. Not only does it make all of the political talk much easier to digest, it also explains why Fleming characterizes the Soviets the way he does. You tend to see some revisionism today, both among Russians longing for the good ol' days and tankies who unironically support 1950s communist states and leaders like Chairman Mao, but the Soviet Union in 1955 was just recovering from a horrific period of Russian history. Relations between the USSR and the rest of the Allies hadn't been perfect during the war and Britain specifically feared that they would need to go to war with the Soviets as soon as Germany was taken care of, but at least they weren't enemies. The sudden rash of incidents and "affairs" with people like Igor Gouzenko and Vladimir Petrov after the war ended led to increasing tensions as it became apparent that Stalin was extending the same courtesies to his allies as he had his enemies, from planting sleeper agents to stealing national security secrets like details on the Manhattan Project. And even if you weren't in a war zone, just living in the USSR could be hazardous to your health. In 1937 and 1938 alone, Stalin's purges of "counter-revolutionaries" and "enemies of the people" killed between 681,000 and 1.2 million people to consolidate his power and further establish his cult of personality. Many of the people killed were innocent civilians from all walks of life, rounded up to be shot and thrown in a mass grave even if you hadn't done anything really wrong. The "Doctors' Plot" accusing Jewish doctors of poisoning Party officials was found to be entirely fabricated, but not before hundreds of innocents were arrested and tortured. The official who was accused of fabricating the plot was, of course, executed. Soviet censors would go so far as to manipulate photographs and historical texts to erase particular undesirables from history when Stalin decided that one of his former comrades needed shooting; Nikolai Yezhov helped orchestrate the mass executions, then ended up being killed in the execution room he designed as part of Beria's manipulation to become the NKVD chief. As Stalin's mind evaporated and it became apparent that he wasn't going to live forever, power struggles among the Party became even worse. Beria was only the most famous of many who carried out orders to commit crimes and atrocities for the government, only to have these crimes and atrocities used as an excuse later on to get them out of the picture. By the time of Stalin's death, his policies and demands led to at least 6 million people over his reign being killed (over 9 million if you include foreseeable deaths from his policies, like famine). Exact numbers might never be known due to the modern Russian government working very hard to suppress any evidence they may have. At the time Fleming is setting this book, the USSR has only exited the absolute worst of its instability. After Beria's death, they finally settled down and stopped executing everyone in the room after taking power. But the statement about people in the Presidium being afraid to learn state secrets as part of their job was absolutely true. Until Khrushchev actually took full power as the Premier in 1958, there was always the risk of someone else gaining power and deciding that you're too inconvenient to have around. Knowledge of the Soviet Union's weaknesses is great when you're the one making the decisions. Not so great when someone thinks you might use that knowledge to your advantage and figures that you need to go away forever. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:57 on Feb 25, 2019 |
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# ¿ Feb 25, 2019 21:55 |
Chapter 6: Death Warrantquote:‘Y*b**nna mat!’ The gross obscenity was a favourite with General G. His hand slapped down on the desk. ‘Comrade, there certainly is “a man called Bond” as you put it.’ His voice was sarcastic. ‘James Bond. [He pronounced it ‘Shems’.] And nobody, myself included, could think of this spy’s name! We are indeed forgetful. No wonder the Intelligence apparat is under criticism.’ As you can probably tell from all the historical talk in this thread, this infighting is very normal for the 1950s Soviet government. Nobody trusts one another or wants their departments to help others. General G. picks up the phone and requests their file on Bond from the central repository. While waiting for the file to arrive, they affirm that making Bond the center of their scandal and killing him will suitably embarrass the British thanks to his popularity and admiration by the rest of the intelligence community even if the general public doesn't know who he is. quote:The file had a shiny black cover. A thick white stripe ran diagonally across it from top right-hand corner to bottom left. In the top left-hand space there were the letters ‘S.S.’ in white, and under them ‘SOVER-SHENNOE SEKRETNO’, the equivalent of ‘Top Secret’. Across the centre was neatly painted in white letters ‘JAMES BOND’, and underneath ‘Angliski Spion’. Bond's long history of getting exposed and spied on dates all the way back to the end of the war! How often has this guy been secretly photographed by drat near everyone he's run into? quote:General G. held the photograph out at arm’s length. Decision, authority, ruthlessness – these qualities he could see. He didn’t care what else went on inside the man. He passed the photograph down the table and turned to the file, glancing rapidly down each page and flipping brusquely on to the next. The only possible explanation for "not to excess" is that they're judging him by Russian standards. quote:General G. skipped a page and went on: All the officers agree that Bond is their man. On the phone, General G. issues a death warrant for James Bond as an enemy of the state. The paper is brought in and everyone in the room signs it, affirming that Bond is now ready to be fully hunted by the Soviet government. General G. makes one addendum that Bond is to be killed "with ignominy." quote:When the conference had filed out, General G. rose to his feet and stretched and gave a loud controlled yawn. He sat down again at his desk, switched off the wire-recorder and rang for his A.D.C. The man came in and stood beside his desk.
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# ¿ Feb 26, 2019 15:51 |
Epicurius posted:It turns out there are actually regional varieties in how men cross their legs. Crossing one leg over another is called the "European" style, and is more common in Continental Europe, and crossing your ankle over your knee is called a "figure four", and is more common in Britain and the US. Yeah, I definitely grew up with the "figure four" style. The way Bond sits is identical to how I do.
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# ¿ Feb 26, 2019 20:46 |
Chapter 7: The Wizard of Icequote:The two faces of the double clock in the shiny, domed case looked out across the chess-board like the eyes of some huge sea monster that had peered over the edge of the table to watch the game. As all the other villains in the film adaptation, Kronsteen was recast as a SPECTRE agent. He was played by Vladek Sheybal, a Polish actor who became a naturalized British citizen; he was a friend of Sean Connery's and personally recommended for the role by him. Apart from appearing in the Casino Royale spoof as Le Chiffre's assistant, his one brush with Bond was his most prominent role and he generally stuck to British TV, film, and theatre for the rest of his career. quote:There came a sigh from the crowded tiers opposite the Championship game. Kronsteen had slowly removed the right hand from his cheek and had stretched it across the board. Like the pincers of a pink crab, his thumb and forefinger had opened, then they had descended. The hand, holding a piece, moved up and sideways and down. Then the hand was slowly brought back to the face. Annoyed, Kronsteen opens the letter. It simply says "You are required this instant." He doesn't need any details to know who or where. Making a very dangerous move, he elects to continue the game. After a few seconds, Makharov concedes and Kronsteen leaves. quote:Kronsteen knew it would be a waste of breath to apologize to the plain-clothes guard. It would also be contrary to discipline. After all, he was Head of the Planning Department of SMERSH, with the honorary rank of full Colonel. And his brain was worth diamonds to the organization. Perhaps he could argue his way out of the mess. He gazed out of the window at the dark streets, already wet with the work of the night cleaning squad, and bent his mind to his defence. Then there came a straight street at the end of which the moon rode fast between the onion spires of the Kremlin, and they were there. "Kremlin" is the Russian word for a castle or fortress in a city, but colloquially refers to the center of the Russian government. While the President of the United States just gets a big mansion with a fence and the rest of the government is spread around, the Soviets/Russians get a huge walled complex. You've got cathedrals, a 25,000 square meter palace for the president, the Kremlin Senate building, former royal armories (one of which is a museum and the other still in military use by the Kremlin Regiment), and as of 1961 the State Kremlin Palace for concerts. quote:When the guard handed Kronsteen over to the A.D.C., he also handed the A.D.C. a slip of paper. The A.D.C. glanced at it and looked coldly up at Kronsteen with half-raised eyebrows. Kronsteen looked calmly back without saying anything. The A.D.C. shrugged his shoulders and picked up the office telephone and announced him. Kronsteen is handed the file on Bond. With no expense to be spared on ruining and killing Bond, he starts formulating a plan. General G. asks Colonel Klebb for suggestions and she starts rattling off stories. quote:Kronsteen stopped listening. He knew all these cases. He had handled the planning of most of them and they were filed away in his memory like so many chess gambits. Instead, with closed ears, he examined the face of this dreadful woman and wondered casually how much longer she would last in her job – how much longer he would have to work with her. In the film, Klebb maintains her status as the SMERSH Head of Operations and just transfers over to SPECTRE. She was played by Lotte Lenya, an Austrian-American singer and stage actress who fled the Nazi regime as it gained power. quote:‘Thank you, Comrade Colonel. Your review of the position is of value. And now, Comrade Kronsteen, have you anything to add? Please be short. It is two o’clock and we all have a heavy day before us.’ General G.’s eyes, bloodshot with strain and lack of sleep, stared fixedly across the desk into the fathomless brown pools below the bulging forehead. There had been no need to tell this man to be brief. Kronsteen never had much to say, but each of his words was worth speeches from the rest of the staff.
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# ¿ Feb 27, 2019 17:37 |
The Spanish Civil War is also very important as a "test bed" for the weapons that would be used in World War II. As the Soviets provided support for the Republicans, Nazi Germany provided support for the Nationalists. Both countries sent volunteers (Germany had as many as 10,000 soldiers participating at one time) and provided hundreds of tanks and planes of the same types that would be used in the early stages of WW2. The lessons learned when this equipment came into contact led to rapid development of technology and doctrine that would eventually be used properly a few years later.
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# ¿ Feb 28, 2019 03:08 |
Proteus Jones posted:No joke, this thread has been way more interesting and engrossing that I imagined it would be when it started. Thank you for enjoying it! The Bond books are incredibly detailed and provide a glimpse into a world that no longer exists. Fleming wrote them as contemporary novels in which everything was taken for granted and rarely explained, as there was no expectation of what would become unusual or unknown 60 years later. Fully understanding the books from a 1950s perspective requires a lot of research of contemporary politics, social cues, food and drink, and technology.
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# ¿ Feb 28, 2019 03:18 |
Chapter 8: The Beautiful Lurequote:Sitting by the window of her one room and looking out at the serene June evening, at the first pink of the sunset reflected in the windows across the street, at the distant onion spire of a church that flamed like a torch above the ragged horizon of Moscow roofs, Corporal of State Security Tatiana Romanova thought that she was happier than she had ever been before. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71oQl46glYs quote:The room was a tiny box in the huge modern apartment building on the Sadovaya-Chernogriazskay Ulitza that is the women’s barracks of the State Security Departments. Built by prison labour, and finished in 1939, the fine eight-storey building contains two thousand rooms, some, like hers on the third floor, nothing but square boxes with a telephone, hot and cold water, a single electric light and a share of the central bathrooms and lavatories, others, on the two top floors, consisting of two- and three-room flats with bathrooms. These were for high-ranking women. Graduation up the building was strictly by rank, and Corporal Romanova had to rise through Sergeant, Lieutenant, Captain, Major and Lieutenant-Colonel before she would reach the paradise of the eighth and Colonels’ floor. Rather than talk about what kind of specific dish she must be making, let's discuss the infamous Soviet cuisine as a whole. Efforts were made by the Soviet Union to erase the national identity of its individual states as much as possible to create a general Soviet identity. They were also infamous for constant shortages, both due to lack of production and corruption. When combined, these two realities of Soviet life led to the creation of a national cuisine as well. Before the Russian Revolution, the cuisine of Imperial Russia varied from grandiose to barely there depending on your social standing. The wealthy and nobility enjoyed imported foods and embraced international cuisine, especially French. While the peasants would usually be surviving on various soups and rye bread, the Romanovs would have elaborate dishes of jellied meat, roasts, canapes, cheese-filled pastries, and cakes. The French influence didn't totally disappear after the formation of the Soviet Union, but it was heavily simplified. Georgian cuisine was also introduced across Eastern Europe thanks to Stalin being Georgian. The typical dish for a Soviet worker like Tanya would have been soup or stew. Along with the famous/infamous borscht, okroshka was a common one. This was a soup made from a kvass base (a very low-alcohol beer made by fermenting rye bread in water) with various vegetables, meats, and sour cream. Especially in times of hardship, "okroshka" could be made on a base of anything from water to diluted kefir (a fermented milk drink that I absolutely hate) and the ingredients could be chopped hot dogs or canned Vienna sausages, boiled potatoes, and hard boiled eggs. If you could chop it up, it would go in the pot. For solid foods, you've got some variety depending on your wealth and connections. Cutlets, Beef Stroganoff, salads, cabbage rolls, peas, etc. Many workers got their meals outside the home from state-run canteens that served the same food just about everywhere. Restaurants existed that took hard currency, but they often wouldn't have everything on the menu and you would usually just ask "What do you have today?" upon arriving. While modern Russian cuisine is greatly improved and you can generally find whatever you want now, a lot of people still think it's all borscht and potatoes. Overall, Tania's meal is typical and probably close to what she eats at home just about every day. You take what you can get and make it into stew. quote:While she dried her hands, she examined herself in the big oval looking-glass over the washstand. Tatiana in the movie was played by Daniela Bianchi, one of the relatively few actors from these early Bond films who's still alive today. She's an Italian putting on a fake Russian accent, but shared a connection with the character by being the daughter of an army colonel. She retired from acting and modeling in 1970 and married a wealthy shipping magnate. quote:The girl poured the thick soup into a small china bowl, decorated with wolves chasing a galloping sleigh round the rim, broke some black bread into it and went and sat in her chair by the window and ate it slowly with a nice shiny spoon she had slipped into her bag not many weeks before after a gay evening at the Hotel Moskwa. Her Professor Denikin calls her, and unusually refers to her as Corporal Romanova instead of "Tatiana" or "Tania." That means trouble. He informs her that she's been requested for an interview by Colonel Klebb in 15 minutes, who lives on the 8th floor of their apartment building. He doesn't give her any details and very abruptly hangs up. quote:The girl held the receiver away from her face. She stared at it with frenzied eyes as if she could wring more words out of the circles of little holes in the black ear-piece. ‘Hullo! Hullo!’ The empty mouthpiece yawned at her. She realized that her hand and her forearm were aching with the strength of her grip. She bent slowly forward and put the receiver down on the cradle. As we've gone over, this kind of panic was absolutely normal and expected. An "interview" with the secret police could easily mean torture or execution, possibly for something you didn't even expect to kill you when you did it. You were only in more danger if you were actively involved in the government, as this gave you far more opportunities to gently caress up. quote:As she dressed and washed her face and brushed her hair, her mind went on probing at the evil mystery like an inquisitive child poking into a snake’s hole with a stick. From whatever angle she explored the hole, there came an angry hiss. After learning about how far Beria managed to get in politics despite being a literal serial killer, could anyone ever find Rosa Klebb to be too evil to be in the KGB? quote:Tatiana, frozen by her thoughts, looked again at her watch. Four minutes to go. She ran her hands down her uniform and gazed once more at her white face in the glass. She turned and said farewell to the dear, familiar little room. Would she ever see it again?
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# ¿ Feb 28, 2019 16:11 |
Ivan Serov was also a Rosa Klebb of his own. If you'd like, the CIA declassified their 1958 file on him. He was slightly younger than Beria and likewise a youth when the Russian Revolution occurred. Whereas Beria had already gotten himself into hot water for playing with both sides, Serov joined the Red Army as a proud soldier after the civil war had already been decided in their favor. He joined the NKVD in 1939 at almost the exact same time that Beria killed his way into becoming its head. As a commissar of the NKVD, Serov has been held responsible for hundreds or thousands of deaths. He participated in the arrests of the Polish officers who would be killed during the Katyn Massacre. One of his top secret documents, the Serov Instructions, gave information on how to carry out mass deportations of Caucasian people (as in the peoples of the Caucasus, not white people) to the Siberian gulags. He boasted that he could "break every bone in a man's body without killing him". Really, the only thing really noticeable about Serov among his peers is that he wasn't unique in his sociopathic cruelty and capacity for violence. After the war, Serov helped organize the Stasi (the infamous East German secret police that became as notorious as the NKVD). Seeing the writing on the wall when Beria took power after Stalin's death, he quickly saved his own skin by conspiring to betray Beria and avoid being purged himself. He continued his work as the head of the KGB, including personally participating in the Hungarian incident by reporting from the scene of the attempted revolution to the Kremlin and escorting Soviet politicians via armored personnel carrier. As Epicurius said, he was quietly shuffled over to the GRU as Khrushchev tried to make the Soviet Union seem a little less overtly evil. For his failure to achieve a real Soviet victory in the Cuban Missile Crisis and the reveal that his protege Oleg Penkovsky had been a double-agent for the British, he was stripped of his party membership and fired. He spent the remainder of his life in obscurity and died in 1990, never living to see the fall of the country he crossed so many lines for.
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# ¿ Feb 28, 2019 22:15 |
Chapter 9: A Labour of Lovequote:Outside the anonymous, cream painted door, Tatiana already smelled the inside of the room. When the voice told her curtly to come in, and she opened the door, it was the smell that filled her mind while she stood and stared into the eyes of the woman who sat behind the round table under the centre light. Klebb informs Tania that she's been singled out for a special mission and will be rewarded with a promotion to Captain of State Security upon its completion, completely unheard of for a 24-year-old girl. Klebb collects some French wine and offers Tania some Swiss chocolates, which she finds a little creepy. Little does she know where this chapter is going. quote:Tatiana murmured her thanks. She reached out and chose a round one. It would be easier to swallow. Her mouth was dry with fear of the moment when she would finally see the trap and feel it snap round her neck. It must be something dreadful to need to be concealed under all this play-acting. The bite of chocolate stuck in her mouth like chewing-gum. Mercifully the glass of champagne was thrust into her hand. Tania answers truthfully: she's never wanted to live anywhere but Moscow and has never thought of the pleasures and sights of a foreign culture. She's a product of the Soviet system, born around 1930 and virtually unaware of life that isn't the USSR around World War II. quote:The woman paused. There was girlish conspiracy in the next question. Klebb gives Tatiana some more champagne, which she pushes on her with more than a little urging. She asks one final question: do you find pleasure in sex, and could you enjoy it if it was with a man you didn't love? quote:Tatiana shook her head indecisively. She took her hands down from her face and bowed her head. The hair fell down on either side in a heavy curtain. She was trying to think, to be helpful, but she couldn’t imagine such a situation. She supposed … ‘I suppose it would depend on the man, Comrade Colonel.’ Oh don't worry, Tania. Having sex with an English spy is the least of your worries in this room right now. quote:‘Yes,’ said Rosa Klebb, pleased with the effect of her words. ‘He is an English spy. Perhaps the most famous of them all. And from now on you are in love with him. So you had better get used to the idea. And no silliness, Comrade. We must be serious. This is an important State matter for which you have been chosen as the instrument. So no nonsense, please. Now for some practical details.’ Rosa Klebb stopped. She said sharply, ‘And take your hand away from your silly face. And stop looking like a frightened cow. Sit up in your chair and pay attention. Or it will be the worse for you. Understood?’ Tania wants to know what will happen to her target after she's done, which Klebb is indifferent about. She claims that the real goal is for her to spread false information to the British and learn more about life in Britain. Satisfied, Klebb tells Tania to finish off the chocolates while she goes to clean herself up for a friendly chat. quote:Tatiana sat back in her chair. So that was what it was all about! It really wasn’t so bad after all. What a relief! And what an honour to have been chosen. How silly to have been so frightened! Naturally the great leaders of the State would not allow harm to come to an innocent citizen who worked hard and had no black marks on her zapiska. Suddenly she felt immensely grateful to the father-figure that was the State, and proud that she would now have a chance to repay some of her debt. Even the Klebb woman wasn’t really so bad after all. I'm really glad this part wasn't in the movie. quote:Tatiana stammered, ‘It’s very pretty.’ This is going exactly where you think it's going. quote:‘Turn out the top light, my dear. The switch is by the door. Then come and sit beside me. We must get to know each other better.’
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# ¿ Mar 1, 2019 16:36 |
Chapter 10: The Fuse Burnsquote:It was the morning of the next day. I think it's a sign of how valuable Tatiana is to the plot that she didn't get disappeared from her apartment that night. quote:One of the three telephones at her side purred softly. She picked up the receiver. ‘Send him in.’ The film compresses most of these introductory chapters into a scene at a SPECTRE training camp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFmLAqdPdsY Klebb informs Grant that he's been given an assignment to assassinate an English spy. He'll be put through weeks of training and preparation to imitate an English gentleman, where a double-agent from the British Foreign Office will help him pass as a spy himself. Grant asks no questions and leaves, excited at the prospect of settling some scores with the English and being rewarded. quote:Rosa Klebb was writing up her note of the interview. She didn’t answer or look up and Grant went out and closed the door softly behind him. And now comes the time to talk about the Russian Revolution and Russian Civil War. The House of Romanov was the ruling noble family of Russia from the time of Michael I's election as Tsar in 1613 until March 15, 1917 when Tsar Nicholas II abdicated the throne. The family line went through some twists, but overall the Romanovs maintained an uninterrupted rule over Russia for 304 years. Discontent with the monarchy dated back a good century by the time of World War I. Cruel treatment of the peasants by the ruling class and poor working conditions were exacerbated over the 19th century by Western-influenced philosophers. In 1848, German philosopher Karl Marx publicized The Communist Manifesto, calling for the oppressed workers of the world to seize the means of production via revolution and control the state directly. But despite the role communists would play in the eventual downfall of the Russian nobility, the first revolution was otherwise unrelated to Marxists. It was a longtime pattern of oppression exacerbated by Russian military defeats in the Great War after Nicholas II attempted to take direct control of the army and very quickly demonstrated that he was an abysmal commander. On March 8, 1917 (it's usually called the February Revolution due to the Russians not switching from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian one until 1918), worker strikes grew to a boiling point. Tens of thousands of workers went on strike and rioted over a lack of food, growing to hundreds of thousands by the next day. Soldiers mutinied and joined the rioters, as they had it no better in the army than in the factories. The rioting continued for several days and ended in over 1300 deaths before Tsar Nicholas II returned from the war front. With the chaos seeming impossible to overcome, Nicholas abdicated the throne and placed his brother, Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich, in power. Michael deferred acceptance of the throne, as he technically needed to be ratified by an official assembly. This never happened. A conservative provisional government was enacted in the interim, as well as the Petrograd Soviet of Workers' and Soldiers' Deputies (a "soviet" was just the Russian word for "council" at the time), a city council of what we now call St. Petersburg. The Petrograd Soviet represented the common people of the Russian capital and engaged in a power struggle over the coming months with the provisional government, which the Soviet viewed as bourgeoisie. The Bolsheviks, the Russian revolutionary socialist party in the government, had officially been formed into the Communist Party of the Soviet Union in 1912 (which, now with the context, you now know was simply a referring to a union of the workers' councils). Vladimir Lenin returned from his exile in Switzerland to lead the Bolsheviks, whereupon he immediately began undermining the government. As tensions grew and the provisional government repressed the communists over the summer, General Lavr Kornilov attempted a coup that would eliminate the socialists from the government. The coup failed and only inspired further resentment of the provisional government, paving the way for the Bolsheviks to enact a full revolution in November 1917 ("October Revolution" due to the Julian calendar again). The Bolsheviks and their Red Army of revolutionaries seized power over November 7 and 8 with only a few injuries among their number. Lenin formed the Council of People's Commissars as the new government with himself as the chairman. An impromptu four-man council consisting of Lenin, Joseph Stalin, Leon Trotsky, and Yakov Sverdlov acted as the true power behind the government (though Sverdlov was frequently absent from meetings and died in March 1919 from illness). The Romanovs were placed under house arrest in the Ipatiev House, a large merchant's mansion turned into their prison. They were forbidden from speaking any languages other than Russian, had their cameras and valuables confiscated, and were separated from their luggage. As the communists worked to consolidate their power and legitimize their government, monarchists and various anti-communists almost immediately began their own protests and action against the latest revolutionaries. These groups formed what was informally called the "White movement", which was really just a loose confederation of anti-communist forces trying to restore the old government. Many of the states that had been part of the Russian Empire (including Finland, Poland, and Estonia) declared their independence from Russia. This sparked a massive conflict as the Bolsheviks sent the Red Army to defeat the Whites and firmly establish their control over Russia, which would lead to between 7 and 12 million deaths before it ended. As this was going on, the Cheka decided to get rid of Grand Duke Michael, who was imprisoned in a hotel in Perm. They convinced him that they were transporting him elsewhere, then stopped their carriages in the forest and shot him to death. As the Romanovs were having dinner on July 16, 1918, the plan was put into motion. At midnight, the family was awoken and ordered to dress; they were told they were being moved to a safer location due to unrest caused by the civil war. They were brought into a cellar, ostensibly to await a truck. Suddenly, a group of Cheka executioners entered. Yakov Yurovsky, one of the old-timer Bolsheviks, read out their death sentence and the squad immediately raised their pistols and fired. As the family attempted to flee, the executioners fired wildly around the room until it was full of smoke, they were all deaf, and the royal family was dead. The youngest, Alexei, was 13; he survived multiple bullets and bayonet wounds due to having jewels sewn into hidden pockets in his clothes, forcing them to shoot him twice in the head. After stabbing and shooting every body until it was definitively dead, the executioners killed the rest of the royal family's retainers and servants. The bodies were stripped of anything valuable, their clothes burned, and the bodies disfigured with sulfuric acid (plus some facial smashing with rifle butts just in case) and dumped in a mass grave. They even took Alexei's and one of his sister's corpses to burn and smash into bone fragments to confuse anyone who found the grave. Nice people. The Russian Civil War officially ended in 1922, though fighting continued through 1923. The communists had solidified their control over Russia and officially formed the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. After Lenin's death in 1924, Stalin was given the opportunity to act against his political rivals and gradually became the dictator we all know and love. quote:‘Our grandparents were not called Romanov,’ said Kronsteen dryly. ‘However, so long as you are satisfied.’ He reflected a moment. ‘And this man Bond. Have we discovered his whereabouts?’ The Spektor (renamed Lektor in the film to avoid confusion with SPECTRE) is a fictional device. When we get more details on it, we'll discuss the real machines it was based on. quote:Kronsteen stopped talking. His gaze slowly came down from the ceiling. He rose thoughtfully to his feet. He looked across and into the watchful, intent eyes of the woman.
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2019 21:50 |
I think at this point, if you're a person of even nominal importance to any government, never get involved with a hot Russian lady who starts trying to proposition you for sex.
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# ¿ Mar 4, 2019 22:33 |
sebmojo posted:Q: is she super hot As we’ve seen in past books, it would loving work.
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# ¿ Mar 5, 2019 02:47 |
Chapter 11: The Soft Lifequote:The blubbery arms of the soft life had Bond round the neck and they were slowly strangling him. He was a man of war and when, for a long period, there was no war, his spirit went into a decline. Oh poo poo, Bond is actually in this book! quote:At 7.30 on the morning of Thursday, August 12th, Bond awoke in his comfortable flat in the plane-tree’d square off the King’s Road and was disgusted to find that he was thoroughly bored with the prospect of the day ahead. Just as, in at least one religion, accidie is the first of the cardinal sins, so boredom, and particularly the incredible circumstance of waking up bored, was the only vice Bond utterly condemned. Sea Island cotton is a very soft cotton that originated in South Carolina and Georgia from plantations on the coastal islands. Ian Fleming was a huge fan of it and wore it all the time, so of course he gave it to Bond. Sea Island cotton accounts for 0.0004% of the world's cotton supplies, which means even a simple T-shirt made from it runs around $165 currently. Sunspel did a special James Bond run imitating the 1950s clothing he would have worn, with a polo shirt like the one Sean Connery wore in Dr. No going for $275. It's also interesting to note that (again, presumably like Fleming) Bond prefers to wear an outfit more suited to the tropics while at home. quote:May, an elderly Scotswoman with iron grey hair and a handsome closed face, came in with the tray and put it on the table in the bay window together with The Times, the only paper Bond ever read. Makes sense, as Fleming was an editor for The Sunday Times (its sister paper). quote:Bond wished her good morning and sat down to breakfast. Of course, Bond suspects that the "television salesman" is a spy checking on him to see if he's at home. He decides not to do anything about it for now, beyond making a mental note to tell Security Section and move into a new flat if something serious happens. quote:Bond went back to his breakfast. Normally it was little straws in the wind like this that would start a persistent intuitive ticking in his mind, and, on other days, he would not have been happy until he had solved the problem of the man from the Communist Union who kept on coming to the house. Now, from months of idleness and disuse, the sword was rusty in the scabbard and Bond’s mental guard was down. It's almost comforting being able to leave behind the bleakness of the Soviet Union and get back to Bond's incredibly particular breakfast. The Chemex is a very popular coffee pot invented in 1941, which was especially stylish in the 50s and 60s. You simply place a proprietary paper filter in the top, fill it with grounds, and pour hot (not boiling) water over it. The thick filter removes additional off-flavor compounds from the coffee and the wood collar allows you to grasp and pour directly from the pot, eliminating the need for any kind of electric coffee maker as long as you have a separate source of hot water. The Marans is a French breed of chicken that was first imported into the United Kingdom in the 1930s. Brown eggs do indeed taste different from typical white eggs, as the color is indicative of the chicken's diet, but any nutritional differences are negligible. Bond is just really particular here. Tiptree Little Scarlett is a brand of strawberry preserves produced in Essex since 1885. It's made with Fragaria virginiana strawberries, which are only 1/5 the size of a regular strawberry. They're common in the wild in the United States, but are rarely grown for commercial purposes except for Tiptree. Tiptree was given a royal warrant to supply the crown with Little Scarlett in 1911, making it an extremely prestigious condiment despite being only $10-15 a jar. Cooper's Vintage Oxford Marmalade is another British condiment with a royal warrant, having been made since 1874. It's a dark, thick marmalade made from bitter Seville oranges. Combined with butter on toast, you'd have a surprisingly complex and rich spread. As for the honey, it came from Fortnum & Mason, a famous London department store founded in 1707 as a grocery. The store still exists and heather honey is relatively easy to find there. All in all, Bond's breakfast at home is just as particular as what he eats on his travels. While "a boiled egg and some toast with coffee" sounds simple on its surface, Bond is making sure that he uses only the best ingredients and elevating it above simple diner fare. quote:That morning, while Bond finished his breakfast with honey, he pinpointed the immediate cause of his lethargy and of his low spirits. To begin with, Tiffany Case, his love for so many happy months, had left him and, after final painful weeks during which she had withdrawn to an hotel, had sailed for America at the end of July. He missed her badly and his mind still sheered away from the thought of her. And it was August, and London was hot and stale. He was due for leave, but he had not the energy or the desire to go off alone, or to try and find some temporary replacement for Tiffany to go with him. So he had stayed on in the half-empty headquarters of the Secret Service grinding away at the old routines, snapping at his secretary and rasping his colleagues. She was too good for him anyway. quote:Even M. had finally got impatient with the surly caged tiger on the floor below, and, on Monday of this particular week, he had sent Bond a sharp note appointing him to a Committee of Inquiry under Paymaster Captain Troop. The note said that it was time Bond, as a senior officer in the Service, took a hand in major administrative problems. Anyway, there was no one else available. Headquarters were short-handed and the 00 Section was quiescent. Bond would pray report that afternoon, at 2.30, to Room 412. Bond describes Captain Troop as the man that unites everyone in the office by being universally hated by them. He's a typical micromanager, obsessing over minor details and meting out punishments for failing to meet his exacting standards. quote:It was inevitable that Captain Troop’s duties would bring him into conflict with most of the organization, but it was particularly unfortunate that M. could think of no one but Troop to spare as Chairman for this particular Committee. The "Burgess and Maclean case" is the case of the Cambridge Five spy ring, one of the most famous cases of a spy ring in the Cold War. It started in the public eye in 1951 when two British diplomats, Donald Maclean and Guy Burgess (code names "Homer" and "Hicks") suddenly disappeared. Five years later, Khrushchev publicly confirmed that they had fled to the Soviet Union. Turns out the two of them had been devoted communists and were working as Soviet spies since the 1930s. Both of them would remain in the Soviet Union for the rest of their lives; Maclean assimilated into Soviet life and even had his wife and children move out to join him in Moscow, while Burgess assimilated even better into Soviet life by becoming a lonely alcoholic and dying in 1963 from liver failure. At the time Fleming wrote this, only the defection of Burgess and Maclean had appeared in the news recently. In fact, there were three more spies, one of which would probably shock the hell out of Fleming shortly before his death: Kim Philby (code name "Sonny" or "Stanley"), the chief British intelligence agent stationed in Washington after the war. Philby was such a prominent agent that he was awarded the Order of the British Empire in 1946 and even assigned to hunt down "Homer". He was suspected, but cleared in 1956. They should have looked a little deeper, as in 1963 he vanished into the Soviet Union. I believe Fleming knew Philby and both of them had a mutual school friend in fellow spy Nicholas Elliott. Philby was disappointed with life in the Soviet Union (though he blamed the leadership rather than communism as a whole) and was denied any real work or rank by the KGB due to fear that he would try to return to London. He attempted suicide shortly after arriving, but ended up dying of heart failure in 1988. Fleming would never know of the other two members of the ring, as their existence wasn't publicized until long after his death. They consisted of John Cairncross (code name "Liszt"), a British Foreign Office agent who passed code-breaking information from Bletchley Park, and Anthony Blunt (code names "Tony" or "Johnson"), a leading British art historian and MI5 agent. Cairncross confessed almost immediately after Burgess and Maclean disappeared, but had his confession covered up and ended up moving to the United States and then Rome. Blunt confessed in 1963 and was given immunity from prosecution and a concealment of his spying for 15 years. Both of them had their roles in the spy ring revealed in 1979, with Cairncross's being confirmed in 1990 by KGB defector Oleg Gordievsky. This little talk about Burgess and Maclean by Bond is an excellent example of how complex the world of espionage is. Even Fleming had no way of knowing that not only were Burgess and Maclean only a portion of the spy ring, but that the third had already confessed to the government and one of his own comrades in the war was a fourth! quote:At once Bond had got into a hopeless wrangle with Troop over the employment of ‘intellectuals’ in the Secret Service. While this conversation is hilarious today, Bond's suggestion of hiring softer intellectuals who are attuned to human nature actually sets him out as the most left-wing voice on an otherwise very traditional committee. quote:How seriously did he feel about the whole question, Bond wondered as, at nine o’clock, he walked out of his flat and down the steps to his car? Was he just being petty and obstinate? Had he constituted himself into a one-man opposition only to give his teeth something to bite into? Was he so bored that he could find nothing better to do than make a nuisance of himself inside his own organization? Bond couldn’t make up his mind. He felt restless and indecisive, and, behind it all, there was a nagging disquiet he couldn’t put his finger on.
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# ¿ Mar 5, 2019 17:48 |
Chapter 12: A Piece of Cakequote:As it turned out, Bond never had to make a decision on the Committee’s final report. M opens up by asking Bond another personal question; he's been doing that a lot lately. He wants to know how Bond's relationship with Tiffany had been going. quote:Now what? wondered Bond. drat these office gossips. He said gruffly, ‘Well, sir, we did get on well. And there was some idea we might get married. But then she met some chap in the American Embassy. On the Military Attaché’s staff. Marine Corps major. And I gather she’s going to marry him. They’ve both gone back to the States, as a matter of fact. Probably better that way. Mixed marriages aren’t often a success. I gather he’s a nice enough fellow. Probably suit her better than living in London. She couldn’t really settle down here. Fine girl, but she’s a bit neurotic. We had too many rows. Probably my fault. Anyway it’s over now.’ M tells Bond that the head of Station T in Istanbul had received a typewritten message telling him to take a round trip on a ferry from the Galata Bridge at a specific time. Being a daring sort, he actually took the anonymous letter up on its request. After about 15 minutes, a Russian girl walked up to him and began telling him an extraordinary story. quote:M. paused to put another match to his pipe. Bond interjected, ‘Who is Head of T, sir? I’ve never worked in Turkey.’ According to Tatiana, she's been working as a clerk in the MGB's Central Index for years and fell in love with Bond based on his file photo. quote:‘She said you particularly appealed to her because you reminded her of the hero of a book by some Russian fellow called Lermontov. Apparently it was her favourite book. This hero chap liked gambling and spent his whole time getting in and out of scraps. Anyway, you reminded her of him. She says she came to think of nothing else, and one day the idea came to her that if only she could transfer to one of their foreign centres she could get in touch with you and you would come and rescue her.’ The book she's referring to is probably A Hero ff Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov, published in 1840. It's the story of Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin, a classic Byronic hero who spends his time womanizing and adventuring around the Caucasus. quote:‘I’ve never heard such a crazy story, sir. Surely Head of T didn’t swallow it.’ The Spektor is a fictional machine, but the way it's described is not too different from the most famous of the cryptographic machines: the Enigma. The Enigma machine was actually a commercial product that began being purchased by the German military in the 1920s and served as one of its main methods of encrypting messages. The work the Allies undertook to break the Enigma's encryption were a major drive in the development of computers (first mechanical, then electronic) and turned Alan Turing into a household name. I actually have a video of myself playing with a real Enigma machine at the National Cryptologic Museum in Maryland: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SBNc-lpJXU Each key (which is quite hard to press) is connected to a different lamp, with the position of the rotors determining which lamp lights up. Every time you press a key, the rotors spin; similar to the hands of a clock, the second rotor spins every certain number of first rotor rotations, then the third rotor spins every certain number of second rotor rotations. This changes the lamps in a predictable sequence, which is what allows the message to be decoded: you write down the garbled text from the lamps as the message, then the receiver sets their rotors to the same setting and types the encrypted text to light up the plaintext letters. There was a codebook with a regularly changing list of rotor settings for particular time periods so everyone knew how to set their machines for encrypting and decrypting that day. Because of how it worked, breaking the Enigma code was based around mathematically analyzing the messages to try and determine the rotor settings and which keys must be connected to which lamps. Codebreakers made heavy usage of "cribs", rules of thumb and common mistakes with the operation of the Enigma. Like a letter could never be encrypted to itself, so you could immediately take that letter out of consideration for what the plaintext could be (there was a funny story by Mavis Lever where she found a message without a single "L" in it and quickly determined that the operator had sent a lazy test message by just pressing one key over and over). Or you could find that an identical or almost identical message was sent in a weaker form of encryption through another channel, which would give you the text to help break the Enigma message. What revolutionized it was the development of electro-mechanical computers called bombes. They were essentially brute force machines that could rapidly test different Enigma settings, doing what would take 100 people an entire day in 2 hours. Alan Turing developed the initial British bombe design and continued to work on computers until his homosexuality led to punishment by forced sterilization in 1952; he died two years later by eating a poisoned apple, which was either suicide or a careless accident depending on who you talk to. Honestly, you could talk all day about the Enigma and its cryptanalysis. It's essential learning for anyone even mildly interested in military intelligence, codebreaking, or the history of computers. quote:Bond was sold. At once he accepted all M.’s faith in the girl’s story, however crazy it might be. For a Russian to bring them this gift, and take the appalling risk of bringing it, could only mean an act of desperation – of desperate infatuation if you liked. Whether the girl’s story was true or not, the stakes were too high to turn down the gamble.
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# ¿ Mar 6, 2019 17:04 |
Epicurius posted:This is looking to be another example of the Service's sexism coming back to bite them. M is inclined to dismiss Tatiana as a silly girl who's willing to betray her country because she fell in love with an enemy spy she doesnt even know. There's definitely some suspicion that it's not true, but the chance of getting their hands on a Spektor is enough that they're willing to dismiss her as a silly girl. The Soviets even established in the final Russian chapter that they're only planning to give her an empty case anyway.
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# ¿ Mar 6, 2019 19:02 |
Turbinosamente posted:Didn't they soften this in the movie, by having M outright declare it's an obvious trap but by God we're going to go and do it anyways if it means a chance at the Spektor? Where did it get linked?
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2019 02:41 |
Chapter 13: 'B.E.A. Takes You There'quote:The four small, square-ended propellers turned slowly, one by one, and became four whizzing pools. The low hum of the turbo-jets rose to a shrill smooth whine. The quality of the noise, and the complete absence of vibration, were different from the stuttering roar and straining horsepower of all other aircraft Bond had flown in. As the Viscount wheeled easily out to the shimmering east-west runway of London Airport, Bond felt as if he was sitting in an expensive mechanical toy. I don't think Bond has ever flown on the same airliner twice. This one is a Vickers Viscount, which is actually a turboprop airliner that started service with British European Airways in 1953. quote:In ten minutes they had reached 20,000 feet and were heading south along the wide air-channel that takes the Mediterranean traffic from England. The scream of the jets died to a low, drowsy whistle. Bond unfastened his seat-belt and lit a cigarette. He reached for the slim, expensive-looking attaché case on the floor beside him and took out The Mask of Dimitrios by Eric Ambler and put the case, which was very heavy in spite of its size, on the seat beside him. He thought how surprised the ticket clerk at London Airport would have been if she had weighed the case instead of letting it go unchecked as an ‘overnight bag’. And if, in their turn, Customs had been intrigued by its weight, how interested they would have been when it was slipped under the Inspectoscope. It's taken us 5 books, but Bond finally has his first Bond gadget! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDJ7Du14G-4 The film replicates the case mostly accurately. It's more high tech than its 1950s counterpart, with the throwing knives deploying automatically instead of needing to be pulled out. It also includes a .22 caliber AR-7 takedown rifle with an infrared scope (inaccurately referred to as .25 caliber in the movie, probably from mistakenly recycling the caliber carried for Bond's pistol in the book) and a tear gas bomb as an anti-tampering device. quote:Only a dozen miscellaneous passengers were on the plane. Bond smiled at the thought of Loelia Ponsonby’s horror if she knew that that made the load thirteen. The day before, when he had left M. and had gone back to his office to arrange the details of his flight, his secretary had protested violently at the idea of his travelling on Friday the thirteenth. Film fans will quickly note that this matches the unresolved sexual tension between Bond and Moneypenny. Ms. Ponsonby was completely excised from the film to use M's secretary exclusively; there were some plans to introduce her in GoldenEye, but it was dropped. quote:The plane sang steadily on above the endless sea of whipped-cream clouds that looked solid enough to land on if the engines failed. The clouds broke up and a distant blue haze, far away to their left, was Paris. For an hour they flew high over the burned-up fields of France until, after Dijon, the land turned from a pale to a darker green as it sloped up into the Juras. Bond's thoughts continue after he gets two Americano cocktails in Ciampino Airport before getting on the next flight. Of course, he recognizes the possibility that this could all be a Soviet plot. MI6 had actually held a full meeting all day and evening running the angles before deciding to actually send Bond on the mission. They decided that it was worth the risk because they can't understand why Bond would be a target. He doesn't have enough high level information to be useful interrogating, and if they wanted to kill him why not just do a car bomb or break into his flat and shoot him? The plane passes through a lightning storm, which excites Bond with the possibility of danger. I think I know why he's taking this job... quote:Almost at once it got lighter in the cabin. The rain stopped crashing on the Perspex window and the noise of the jets settled back into their imperturbable whistle. Bond opened the door of his hurricane-room and stepped out. He slowly turned his head and looked curiously out of the window and watched the tiny shadow of the plane hastening far below across the quiet waters of the Gulf of Corinth. He heaved a deep sigh and reached into his hip-pocket for his gunmetal cigarette case. He was pleased to see his hands were dead steady as he took out his lighter and lit one of the Morland cigarettes with the three gold rings. Should he tell Lil that perhaps she had almost been right? He decided that if he could find a rude enough postcard in Istanbul he would. That's, uh, not the best way to drink ouzo. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5jbxh0C0UU Ouzo is an anise-flavored spirit, which is almost undrinkable by itself due to the intense flavor. You're meant to mix it with water, creating a refreshing licorice-like beverage. Because the essential oils that provide the anise flavor are soluble in alcohol but not soluble in water, the drink turns milky white when water is added. You see the same effect with absinthe, which is likewise not the best thing to drink straight. By doing an ice water chaser, Bond is basically subjugating himself to a horrific blast of anise in his mouth and doing very little to wash it out. quote:By the time the loudspeakers called him out again it was dusk and the half moon rode clear and high above the lights of the town. The air was soft with evening and the smell of flowers and there was the steady pulse-beat of the cicadas –zing-a-zing-a-zing –and the distant sound of a man singing. The voice was clear and sad and the song had a note of lament. Near the airport a dog barked excitedly at an unknown human smell. Bond suddenly realized that he had come into the East where the guard-dog howls all night. For some reason the realization sent a pang of pleasure and excitement into his heart. First, I wish you could still get this much alcohol on a flight. Second, notice how long a flight from London to Istanbul is taking. The Vickers Viscount only has a range of 1380 miles, which is slightly less than the entire distance between the two cities. Taking into account fuel conservation in case of emergencies and the weight of the passengers and provisions, the plane would inevitably need to make several shorter jumps to safely make the journey. By comparison, a Boeing 757 has a range of about 4505 miles and a modern flight would take only 4 hours. quote:Then they were there and the plane’s four propellers wheeled to a stop outside the fine modern airport of Yesilkoy, an hour’s drive from Istanbul. Bond said goodbye and thank you for a good flight to the stewardess, carried the heavy little attaché case through the passport check into the customs, and waited for his suitcase to come off the plane.
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2019 16:47 |
I've polished off a bottle of arak (the Middle Eastern ouzo) before, but I kinda want to buy another bottle so I can do the "shot and a water chaser" stunt and see how terrible it is. I did take a swig of straight arak just to see what it would taste like and it's godawful.
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# ¿ Mar 7, 2019 17:59 |
Chapter 14: Darko Kerimquote:James Bond awoke early in his dingy room at the Kristal Palas on the heights of Pera and absent-mindedly reached down a hand to explore a sharp tickle on the outside of his right thigh. Something had bitten him during the night. Irritably he scratched the spot. He might have expected it. The Kristal Palas is believed to be a thinly disguised Pera Palace, a real hotel in Istanbul built in 1892 to accommodate Orient Express passengers. While it was a palatial hotel when it was first built and has recently been renovated to its old standard of luxury, by the 1950s it was indeed a dingy mess. This is the old elevator Bond mentions. quote:Bond got out of bed, drew back the heavy red plush curtains and leant on the iron balustrade and looked out over one of the most famous views in the world – on his right the still waters of the Golden Horn, on his left the dancing waves of the unsheltered Bosphorus, and, in between, the tumbling roofs, soaring minarets and crouching mosques of Pera. After all, his choice had been good. The view made up for many bedbugs and much discomfort. This is the actual view from the Pera Palace of the river, courtesy of Fleming's Bond. quote:For ten minutes Bond stood and gazed out across the sparkling water barrier between Europe and Asia, then he turned back into the room, now bright with sunshine, and telephoned for his breakfast. His English was not understood, but his French at last got through. He turned on a cold bath and shaved patiently with cold water and hoped that the exotic breakfast he had ordered would not be a fiasco. This is a surprisingly small breakfast for Turkey! A traditional Turkish breakfast is usually a menagerie of at least half a dozen small plates of fruit, vegetables, bread, yogurt, cheese, meat, pastries, etc. quote:Punctually at nine, the elegant Rolls came for him and took him through Taksim square and down the crowded Istiklal and out of Asia. The thick black smoke of the waiting steamers, badged with the graceful crossed anchors of the Merchant Marine, streamed across the first span of the Galata Bridge and hid the other shore towards which the Rolls nosed forward through the bicycles and trams, the well-bred snort of the ancient bulb horn just keeping the pedestrians from under its wheels. Then the way was clear and the old European section of Istanbul glittered at the end of the broad half-mile of bridge with the slim minarets lancing up into the sky and the domes of the mosques, crouching at their feet, looking like big firm breasts. It should have been the Arabian Nights, but to Bond, seeing it first above the tops of trams and above the great scars of modern advertising along the river frontage, it seemed a once beautiful theatre-set that modern Turkey had thrown aside in favour of the steel and concrete flat-iron of the Istanbul-Hilton Hotel, blankly glittering behind him on the heights of Pera. Bond is led into a room where half a dozen young men and women are doing paperwork on the traditional abacuses and pens dipped in pots of ink. A swarthy blue-eyed man comes up to Bond and leads him to a door in the back. quote:‘Ah, my friend. Come in. Come in.’ A very large man in a beautifully cut cream tussore suit got up from a mahogany desk and came to meet him, holding out his hand. The story of Kerim Bey ("Bey" is a Turkish honorific, historically the title of a governor) is one of the saddest stories in film. He was played by Pedro Armendáriz, a popular Mexican actor through the 1940s and 50s. He was a favorite of John Ford, appearing in films like 3 Godfathers with John Wayne and The Fugitive with Henry Fonda. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with neck cancer. He was infamously one of 220 people (46 fatally) who contracted cancer after filming The Conqueror, a Genghis Khan epic filmed downwind of a nuclear testing site. While it was never conclusively proven that the filming site is what caused it and many of the people there were heavy smokers (including Armendáriz), it's often blamed as the cause of death of its lead, the hilariously miscast John Wayne. Armendáriz took the role in From Russia With Love to provide money for his family after his death. He suffered great pain during filming and was eventually too ill to continue. On June 18, 1963, he shot himself with a gun he smuggled into the hospital to end his suffering. With filming still two months from completion, a body double was used for his remaining scenes. quote:‘Thanks for sending the car to meet me last night.’ Is there any historical precedent for Bulgarians being used for thug work like this? This must be the third or fourth book where Bulgarians are dismissed as a nation of incompetent gangsters, dating back to the first one. quote:While Kerim was fitting one into a long nicotine-stained ivory holder, Bond took the opportunity to glance round the room, which smelled strongly of paint and varnish as if it had just been redecorated. At Bond's confusion at Kerim publicly sending the Rolls out to pick him up, he explains the circumstances of the spy game in Istanbul. Both the Soviets and the Americans are present in large numbers in Turkey and are well aware of who's working for who. While it would have been possible for Kerim to smuggle Bond in through the Greek frontier, it wouldn't have served much purpose. Because Tatiana made it her condition that she be the one to arrange the meeting with Bond, he had to make his arrival known so it could be passed through the Soviet channels. When Kerim criticizes the Kristal Palas, Bond says he didn't want to spend the money for an upscale place like the Istanbul Hilton (yes, there was a Hilton in Istanbul since 1955!). quote:‘Money?’ Kerim reached into a drawer and took out a flat packet of new green notes. ‘Here’s a thousand Turkish pounds. Their real value, and their rate on the black market, is about twenty to the pound. The official rate is seven. Tell me when you’ve finished them and I’ll give you as many more as you want. We can do our accounts after the game. It’s muck, anyway. Ever since Croesus, the first millionaire, invented gold coins, money has depreciated. And the face of the coin has been debased as fast as its value. First the faces of gods were on the coins. Then the faces of kings. Then of presidents. Now there’s no face at all. Look at this stuff!’ Kerim tossed the money over to Bond. ‘Today it’s only paper, with a picture of a public building and the signature of a cashier. Muck! The miracle is that you can still buy things with it. However. What else? Cigarettes? Smoke only these. I will have a few hundred sent up to your hotel. They’re the best. Diplomates. They’re not easy to get. Most of them go to the Ministries and the Embassies. Anything else before we get down to business? Don’t worry about your meals and your leisure. I will look after both. I shall enjoy it and, if you will forgive me, I wish to stay close to you while you are here.’ I must disagree with Kerim here. It is never too early for raki. quote:The door behind Bond opened. Kerim barked an order. When the door was shut, Kerim unlocked a drawer and took out a file and put it in front of him. He smacked his hand down on it. With nothing else to go on for the case of Tatiana Romanova, Kerim tells Bond that he suspects more is going on in Istanbul. He doesn't have any solid proof, but he's got enough suspicious stuff happening that he smells something rotten. quote:‘There’s only one thing I want to know,’ said Bond flatly. ‘What do you think of this girl? Do you believe her story or not? Her story about me? Nothing else matters. If she hasn’t got some sort of a hysterical crush on me, the whole business falls to the ground and it’s some complicated M.G.B. plot we can’t understand. Now. Did you believe the girl?’ Bond’s voice was urgent and his eyes searched the other man’s face. ‘ chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 18:03 on Mar 8, 2019 |
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poisonpill posted:Reading this whole thing, I'm actually shocked the British Intelligence service was able to pull off Operation Mincemeat without accidentally telling the Nazis that the letter was fake by insisting on using the correct letterhead for false letters or something out of an etiquette manual It almost seems like it was too easy to become a spy in WW2. So many journalists, writers, historians, etc. seem to have been recruited after little to no serious military work.
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# ¿ Mar 9, 2019 18:40 |
Meaty Ore posted:I happened to catch a few chapters back James starting up the Bentley. I thought he totaled that in Moonraker and got it replaced with a Rolls-Royce. Is this a continuity error or did something happen during Diamonds are Forever that I missed? The replacement is a new Bentley Mk. VI.
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# ¿ Mar 10, 2019 18:57 |
Chapter 15: Background to a Spyquote:Coffee came again, and then more coffee, and the big room grew thick with cigarette smoke as the two men took each shred of evidence, dissected it and put it aside. At the end of an hour they were back where they had started. It was up to Bond to solve the problem of this girl and, if he was satisfied with her story, get her and the machine out of the country. With everything taken care of for their eventual escape to England, Bond is put back into the car; he's taking a quick stop at his hotel before being driven to the spice bazaar for lunch with Kerim. quote:A new concierge was on duty at the Kristal Palas, a small obsequious man with guilty eyes in a yellow face. He came out from behind the desk, his hands spread in apology. ‘Effendi, I greatly regret. My colleague showed you to an inadequate room. It was not realized that you are a friend of Kerim Bey. Your things have been moved to No. 12. It is the best room in the hotel. In fact,’ the concierge leered, ‘it is the room reserved for honeymoon couples. Every comfort. My apologies, Effendi. The other room is not intended for visitors of distinction.’ The man executed an oily bow, washing his hands. After checking if there are any messages for him, Bond gets back in the car. He figures that if this really is part of the Istanbul spy game, he may as well play it. quote:The car went back over the Galata Bridge and drew up outside the vaulted arcades of the Spice Bazaar. The chauffeur led the way up the shallow worn steps and into the fog of exotic scents, shouting curses at the beggars and sack-laden porters. Inside the entrance the chauffeur turned left out of the stream of shuffling, jabbering humanity and showed Bond a small arch in the thick wall. Turret-like stone steps curled upwards. The Spice Bazaar (Mısır Çarşısı, or "Egyptian Bazaar") is one of the largest and most famous covered shopping complexes in Istanbul. It was designed and constructed after the Great Fire of 1660 led to them having to rebuild 2/3 of the city, which also provided a legal excuse for them to ban the construction of new Christian and Jewish places of worship to solidify their Islamic population. quote:‘Here you are my friend! Now, at once, some raki. You must be exhausted after your sight-seeing.’ He fired orders at the waiter. Bond sat down in a comfortable-armed chair and took the small tumbler the waiter offered him. He lifted it towards Kerim and tasted it. It was identical with ouzo. He drank it down. At once the waiter refilled his glass. He's not wrong. Raki, ouzo, and arak are all identical or virtually identical drinks with different regional names. Kerim actually drinks it correctly, watered down and cold. quote:‘And now to order your lunch. They eat nothing but offal cooked in rancid olive oil in Turkey. At least the offal at the Misir Carsarsi is the best.’ Is there a trope for when you have a native of the area do all the insulting for the white guy? quote:Bond shook his head. He told Kerim about the change of room and the untouched suitcase. En papillote means the food is cooked in parchment and served still in the wrapper. The parchment traps the moisture, steaming the food as it's heated. Bond asks Kerim for his backstory, especially how a trainee strongman ended up a spy. quote:‘I come from Trebizond.’ Kerim watched his cigarette smoke curl upwards. ‘We were a huge family with many mothers. My father was the sort of man women can’t resist. All women want to be swept off their feet. In their dreams they long to be slung over a man’s shoulder and taken into a cave and raped. That was his way with them. My father was a great fisherman and his fame was spread all over the Black Sea. He went after the sword-fish. They are difficult to catch and hard to fight and he would always outdo all others after these fish. Women like their men to be heroes. He was a kind of hero in a corner of Turkey where it is a tradition for the men to be tough. He was a big, romantic sort of fellow. So he could have any woman he wanted. He wanted them all and sometimes killed other men to get them. Naturally he had many children. We all lived on top of each other in a great rambling old ruin of a house that our “aunts” made habitable. The aunts really amounted to a harem. One of them was an English governess from Istanbul my father had seen watching a circus. He took a fancy to her and she to him and that evening he put her on board his fishing boat and sailed up the Bosphorus and back to Trebizond. I don’t think she ever regretted it. I think she forgot all the world except him. She died just after the war. She was sixty. The child before me had been by an Italian girl and the girl had called him Bianco. He was fair. I was dark. I got to be called Darko. There were fifteen of us children and we had a wonderful childhood. Our aunts fought often and so did we. It was like a gipsy encampment. It was held together by my father who thrashed us, women or children, when we were a nuisance. But he was good to us when we were peaceful and obedient. You cannot understand such a family?’ Hey Kerim what the gently caress quote:They came after me, but I got her on board the boat. I had to knock her unconscious first. She was still trying to kill me when we got back to Trebizond, so I got her to my place and took away all her clothes and kept her chained naked under the table. When I ate, I used to throw scraps to her under the table, like a dog. She had to learn who was master.' HEY KERIM WHAT THE gently caress quote:'Before that could happen, my mother did an unheard of thing. She visited my place without warning. She came to tell me that my father wanted to see me immediately. She found the girl. My mother was really angry with me for the first time in my life. Angry? She was beside herself. I was a cruel ne’er-do-well and she was ashamed to call me son. The girl must immediately be taken back to her people. My mother brought her some of her own clothes from the house. The girl put them on, but when the time came, she refused to leave me.’ Darko Kerim laughed hugely. ‘An interesting lesson in female psychology, my dear friend.' No that is a lesson in Stockholm Syndrome Kerim. quote:'However, the problem of the girl is another story. While my mother was fussing over her and getting nothing but gipsy curses for her pains, I was having an interview with my father, who had heard nothing of all this and who never did hear. My mother was like that. There was another man with my father, a tall, quiet Englishman with a black patch over one eye. They were talking about the Russians. The Englishman wanted to know what they were doing along their frontier, about what was going on at Batoum, their big oil and naval base only fifty miles away from Trebizond. He would pay good money for information. I knew English and I knew Russian. I had good eyes and ears. I had a boat. My father had decided that I would work for the Englishman. And that Englishman, my dear friend, was Major Dansey, my predecessor as Head of this Station. And the rest,’ Kerim made a wide gesture with his cigarette holder, ‘you can imagine.’ So that was.....enlightening. In the worst way imaginable. quote:‘But what about this training to be a professional strong man?’ Kavaklıdere is the oldest extant commercial winery in Turkey, founded in 1929. Their wines are quite cheap in America if you can find them. quote:‘You ought to eat it every day,’ said Kerim earnestly. ‘It is good for those who wish to make much love. There are certain exercises you should do for the same purpose. These things are important to men. Or at least they are to me. Like my father, I consume a large quantity of women. But, unlike him, I also drink and smoke too much, and these things do not go well with making love. Nor does this work I do. Too many tensions and too much thinking. It takes the blood to the head instead of to where it should be for making love. But I am greedy for life. I do too much of everything all the time. Suddenly one day my heart will fail. The Iron Crab will get me as it got my father. But I am not afraid of The Crab. At least I shall have died from an honourable disease. Perhaps they will put on my tombstone “This Man Died from Living Too Much”.’ "Also he kept sex slaves." quote:Bond laughed. ‘Don’t go too soon, Darko,’ he said. ‘M. would be very displeased. He thinks the world of you.’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSJEd8KQB3s quote:‘He does?’ Kerim searched Bond’s face to see if he was telling the truth. He laughed delightedly. ‘In that case I will not let The Crab have my body yet.’ He looked at his watch. ‘Come, James,’ he said. ‘It is good that you reminded me of my duty. We will have coffee in the office. There is not much time to waste. Every day at 2.30 the Russians have their council of war. Today you and I will do them the honour of being present at their deliberations.’
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# ¿ Mar 11, 2019 16:35 |
Selachian posted:Well, we DID speculate that Fleming had a taste for BDSM. Kerim is R. Kelly....
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# ¿ Mar 11, 2019 17:54 |
Trin Tragula posted:My favourite part of this bit is unquestionably this little nugget: Same with avocados. It wasn't until I think the end of the 1950s that avocados first became available in regular British supermarkets, so the mention of Bond eating one in Casino Royale is incredibly exotic despite them being all over the goddamn place today. Like I get avocado in my food by accident now.
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# ¿ Mar 11, 2019 22:06 |
Chapter 16: The Tunnel of Ratsquote:Back in the cool office, while they waited for the inevitable coffee, Kerim opened a cupboard in the wall and pulled out sets of engineers’ blue overalls. Kerim stripped to his shorts and dressed himself in one of the suits and pulled on a pair of rubber boots. Bond picked out a suit and a pair of boots that more or less fitted him and put them on. "The children who are not suitable to inherit my business are chained naked in cages until they learn obedience." Kerim hands Bond one of the flashlights and wheels a glass-fronted bookcase aside, revealing a secret door into a dark stone stairwell. Bond is sent down first while Kerim closes the door. quote:Bond switched on his torch and stepped through the opening and went carefully down the stairs. The light of the torch showed fresh masonry, and, twenty feet below, a glimmer of water. When Bond got to the bottom he found that the glimmer was a small stream running down a central gutter in the floor of an ancient stonewalled tunnel that sloped steeply up to the right. To the left, the tunnel went on downwards and would, he guessed, come out below the surface of the Golden Horn. After the promised 15 minutes, the duo reach an alcove with two benches and something covered in a thick tarpaulin hanging from the ceiling. After a pause, the rat horde suddenly surges down the tunnel past them. quote:Kerim gave a non-committal grunt. ‘One of these days those rats will start dying. Then we shall have the plague in Istanbul again. Sometimes I feel guilty for not telling the authorities of this tunnel so that they can clean the place up. But I can’t so long as the Russians are up here.’ He jerked his head at the roof. He looked at his watch. ‘Five minutes to go. They will be pulling up their chairs and fiddling with their papers. There will be the three permanent men–M.G.B., or one of them may be from army intelligence, GRU. And there will probably be three others. Two came in a fortnight ago, one through Greece and another through Persia. Another one arrived on Monday. God knows who they are, or what they are here for. And sometimes the girl, Tatiana, comes in with a signal and goes out again. Let us hope we will see her today. You will be impressed. She is something.’ After a quick polish of the eyepieces, Kerim checks his watch again and gets on the periscope. Checking the room, he hands it over to Bond. There are 6 Russians in the room: the one at the head of the table is the Resident Director of their Turkish intelligence program with his two staff, and the three across from him are new. quote:Bond’s first impulse was to tell Kerim not to make so much noise. It was as if he was in the room with the Russians, as if he was sitting in a chair in the corner, a secretary perhaps, taking shorthand of the conference. Unfortunately, the alcove has no microphone and Bond can't read their lips. The only thing they can do is watch. Curious, Bond asks why the tunnels are even here. quote:‘It’s a lost drain from the Hall of Pillars,’ he said. ‘The Hall of Pillars is now a thing for tourists. It’s up above us on the heights of Istanbul, near St. Sophia. A thousand years ago it was built as a reservoir in case of siege. It’s a huge underground palace, a hundred yards long and about half as broad. It was made to hold millions of gallons of water. It was discovered again about four hundred years ago by a man called Gyllius. One day I was reading his account of finding it. He said it was filled in winter from “a great pipe with a mighty noise”. It occurred to me that there might be another “great pipe” to empty it quickly if the city fell to the enemy. I went up to the Hall of Pillars and bribed the watchman and rowed about among the pillars all one night in a rubber dinghy with one of my boys. We went over the walls with a hammer and an echo-sounder. At one end, in the most likely spot, there was a hollow sound. I handed out more money to the Minister of Public Works and he closed the place for a week ’ “for cleaning”. My little team got busy.’ Kerim ducked down again for a look through the eyepieces and went on. ‘We dug into the wall above water-level and came on the top of an arch. The arch was the beginning of a tunnel. We got into the tunnel and went down it. Quite exciting, not knowing where we were going to come out. And, of course, it went straight down the hill ’ under the Street of Books where the Russians have their place, and out into the Golden Horn, by the Galata Bridge, twenty yards away from my warehouse. So we filled in our hole in the Hall of Pillars and started digging from my end. That was two years ago. It took us a year and a lot of survey work to get directly under the Russians.’ Kerim laughed. ‘And now I suppose one of these days the Russians will decide to change their offices. By then I hope someone else will be Head of T.’ What Kerim is referring to is the Basilica Cistern, the largest of the ancient cisterns in Istanbul. Its massive size and gorgeous architecture make it a popular location for fiction of all sorts, from movies to video games. The film decides to set this scene in the Cistern itself, which actually messes up some of the city's geography. The Soviet consulate is quite far from the Cistern, which is why Fleming set the tunnels in a drainage system that happen to pass under it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C4onQG3ViY quote:Kerim bent down to the rubber eyepieces. Bond saw him stiffen. Kerim said urgently, ‘The door’s opening. Quick. Take over. Here she comes.’
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# ¿ Mar 12, 2019 14:47 |
Chapter 17: Killing Timequote:It was seven o’clock on the same evening and James Bond was back in his hotel. He had had a hot bath and a cold shower. He thought that he had at last scoured the zoo smell out of his skin. Bond clearly smells something fishy, but he just can't think of any good explanation for what he saw. As far as his opinion of her, he agrees that she's definitely beautiful and looks like Greta Garbo. He figures if she's the kind of girl to fall in love with a photo, she must be a hopeless romantic who hasn't been fully ground down by the Soviet system yet. quote:The telephone rang. It was Kerim. ‘Nothing new?’ The car arrives and Bond climbs in next to Kerim. As the Rolls-Royce climbs up the hill through the slums, the driver notes a Lambretta scooter following them. Kerim is unconcerned and doesn't mind being followed, so he declines to lose the tail. He figures it would be more unusual for him to not be taking his English friend out to a party on a Saturday night. quote:Bond looked back through the rear window and watched the crowded streets. From behind a stopped tram a motor scooter showed for a minute and then was hidden by a taxi. Bond turned away. He reflected briefly on the way the Russians ran their centres – with all the money and equipment in the world, while the Secret Service put against them a handful of adventurous, underpaid men, like this one, with his second-hand Rolls and his children to help him. Yet Kerim had the run of Turkey. Perhaps, after all, the right man was better than the right machine. Kerim introduces Bond to Vavra and acts as his translator. Vavra tells Bond that if he ever needs work, he'll hire him for murder and taming his women. Bond replies that he doesn't think Vavra needs any help, which impresses and endears him to the foreigner. As he walks away with a covered tray, Kerim takes Bond aside. quote:‘We have come on a bad night,’ he said. ‘The restaurant is closed. There are family troubles here which have to be solved – drastically, and in private. But I am an old friend and we are invited to share their supper. It will be disgusting but I have sent for raki. Then we may watch – but on condition that we do not interfere. I hope you understand, my friend.’ Kerim gave Bond’s arm an additional pressure. ‘Whatever you see, you must not move or comment. A court has just been held and justice is to be done – their kind of justice. It is an affair of love and jealousy. Two girls of the tribe are in love with one of his sons. There is a lot of death in the air. They both threaten to kill the other to get him. If he chooses one, the unsuccessful one has sworn to kill him and the girl. It is an impasse. There is much argument in the tribe. So the son has been sent up into the hills and the two girls are to fight it out here tonight – to the death. The son has agreed to take the winner. The women are locked up in separate caravans. It will not be for the squeamish, but it will be a remarkable affair. It is a great privilege that we may be present. You understand? We are gajos. You will forget your sense of the proprieties? You will not interfere? They would kill you, and possibly me, if you did.’ A girl bids Bond and Kerim to the table; he notes that the girl is covered in gold jewelry to act as a dowry in case she's handed off to be married. quote:They walked over to the table. Two places had been cleared on either side of the head gipsy. Kerim gave what sounded like a polite greeting to the table. There was a curt nod of acknowledgment. They sat down. In front of each of them was a large plate of some sort of ragout smelling strongly of garlic, a bottle of raki, a pitcher of water and a cheap tumbler. More bottles of raki, untouched, were on the table. When Kerim reached for his and poured himself half a tumblerful, everyone followed suit. Kerim added some water and raised his glass. Bond did the same. Kerim made a short and vehement speech and all raised their glasses and drank. The atmosphere became easier. An old woman next to Bond passed him a long loaf of bread and said something. Bond smiled and said ‘thank you’. He broke off a piece and handed the loaf to Kerim who was picking among his ragout with thumb and forefinger. Kerim took the loaf with one hand and at the same time, with the other, he put a large piece of meat in his mouth and began to eat. I've noticed how Bond is the only person in the entire book to drink raki and ouzo the wrong way. Everyone is adding water and ice like normal. It makes me wonder if it's intentional on Fleming's part to show Bond's lack of experience, or if he really was masochistic enough to like that shot straight. The stew they were served is pretty typical Balkan food, like goulash. quote:When they had scoured their plates, a silver bowl of water, in which rose leaves floated, and a clean linen cloth, were put between Bond and Kerim. Bond washed his fingers and his greasy chin and turned to his host and dutifully made a short speech of thanks which Kerim translated. The table murmured its appreciation. The head gipsy bowed towards Bond and said, according to Kerim, that he hated all gajos except Bond, whom he was proud to call his friend. Then he clapped his hands sharply and everybody got up from the table and began pulling the benches away and arranging them round the dance floor.
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# ¿ Mar 14, 2019 21:32 |
Chapter 18: Strong Sensationsquote:The head gipsy’s voice cracked out. The girls separated reluctantly and stood facing him. The gipsy began to speak in a tone of harsh denunciation. Vida catches Zora's foot and flips her to the ground, then leaps on her. As expected, the fight progresses with their dresses getting more and more tattered as they claw at each other. It gets to the point where both of them just fling off the last rags into the crowd and continue the fight nude. Zora is knocked to her knees, giving Vida the chance to close in and bite her throat. quote:‘BOOM!’ One of the attackers grabs Bond and drags him to the ground, but leaves him to dogpile on Kerim. He gets up and cracks one of the Bulgarians on the head, and another is taken out by a thrown knife by Vavra. The third gives up on attacking Kerim and runs to the hole blown in the wall, shouting orders to the rest. quote:‘Shoot, James, shoot!’ roared Kerim. ‘That’s Krilencu.’ He started to run forward. Bond’s gun spat once. But the man had dodged round the wall, and thirty yards is too far for night shooting with an automatic. As Bond lowered his hot gun, there came the staccato firing of a squadron of Lambrettas, and Bond stood and listened to the swarm of wasps flying down the hill. Krilencu was portrayed in the film by Fred Haggerty, a Hungarian-British actor and stuntman. He worked as a stuntman on many films since 1960, including the film adaptations of The Spy Who Loved Me, Octopussy, and A View to a Kill, along with films like An American Werewolf in London and Who Framed Roger Rabbit. He appears to have retired from stuntwork in 1988 and acting entirely in 1990 before dying in 2002 at the age of 83. quote:There was silence except for the groans of the wounded. Bond listlessly watched Kerim and Vavra come back through the breach in the wall and walk among the bodies, occasionally turning one over with a foot. The other gipsies seeped back from the road and the older women came hurrying out of the shadows to tend their men. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsL7T32XG3M The film adaptation, of course, makes this scene much larger and more elaborate but has a surprising number of similar details. It features an interesting point regarding Grant actually working to protect Bond to avoid derailing the SPECTRE plot. As well as Kerim shooting someone with an empty gun at 0:42! quote:Bond stopped in his tracks. ‘You bloody fool,’ he said angrily. ‘Why the hell can’t you take more care! You ought to have a nurse.’ Most of Bond’s anger came from knowing that it was he who had brought a cloud of death around Kerim. Good instincts, Bond. quote:As they reached the table, littered with the remains of the supper, a piercing, terrible scream came out of the depths of the orchard. Bond put his hand on his gun. Kerim shook his head. ‘We shall soon know what the Faceless Ones were after,’ he said gloomily. ‘My friends are finding out. I can guess what they will discover. I think they will never forgive me for having been here tonight. Five of their men are dead.’ Vavra and Kerim talk rapidly, though Bond is able to pick up a few mentions of Krilencu. Once they've finished, Kerim translates the information they got from the captured gunman. Apparently Vavra's tribe and Kerim were the intended targets, but they were given an exacting description of Bond and strict orders not to harm him. They can't figure out why, beyond maybe the Soviets wanting to avoid an international incident by gunning down a British spy. This is another minor change to the plot compared to the film: as the film makes it a SPECTRE operation that the Soviets are unaware of, Krilencu is a SMERSH agent who has been assigned to assassinate Kerim due to the mistaken belief that he's responsible for killing the Soviet agents that SPECTRE is actually responsible for. Vavra has business to finish here, so it's time for the outsiders to leave. quote:Nobody looked up from his work as Kerim and Bond climbed through the breach in the wall. The Rolls stood, glittering in the moonlight, a few yards down the road opposite the café entrance. A young man was sitting beside the chauffeur. Kerim gestured with his hand. ‘That is my tenth son. He is called Boris. I thought I might need him. I shall.’
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# ¿ Mar 18, 2019 15:49 |
Chapter 19: The Mouth of Marilyn Monroequote:The car sped through the deserted streets, past shadowy mosques from which dazzling minarets lanced up towards the three-quarter moon, under the ruined Aqueduct and across the Ataturk Boulevard and north of the barred entrances to the Grand Bazaar. At the Column of Constantine the car turned right, through mean twisting streets that smelled of garbage, and finally debouched into a long ornamental square in which three stone columns fired themselves like a battery of space-rockets into the spangled sky. Kerim takes a long walking stick and a leather case from the car and they start down the empty street toward the lighthouse. I believe the lighthouse they're referring to might be the Ahırkapı Feneri, the current tower of which was built in 1857. quote:From the first, Istanbul had given him the impression of a town where, with the night, horror creeps out of the stones. It seemed to him a town the centuries had so drenched in blood and violence that, when daylight went out, the ghosts of its dead were its only population. His instinct told him, as it has told other travellers, that Istanbul was a town he would be glad to get out of alive. Bond and Kerim stop in a doorway in front of a two-story wooden shed, where Kerim begins removing his equipment. Inside the leather case is a German infrared sniper scope, which he gives to Bond to look at the film advertisement across the way. quote:Bond rested his forearm against the door jamb and raised the tube to his right eye. He focused it on the patch of black shadow opposite. Slowly the black dissolved into grey. The outline of a huge woman’s face and some lettering appeared. Now Bond could read the lettering. It said: NIYAGARA. MARILYN MONROE VE JOSEPH COTTEN and underneath, the cartoon feature, BONZO FUTBOLOU. Bond inched the glass down the vast pile of Marilyn Monroe’s hair, and the cliff of forehead, and down the two feet of nose to the cavernous nostrils. A faint square showed in the poster. It ran from below the nose into the great alluring curve of the lips. It was about three feet deep. From it, there would be a longish drop to the ground. Niagara is a 1953 Marilyn Monroe feature, a film noir distinguished by being filmed in color rather than black & white. It was one of the biggest hits for 20th Century Fox that year and gave Monroe her first elevation to star status. Bonzo Futbolou is the Turkish title for Bonzo Goes to College, the 1952 sequel to Bedtime for Bonzo. quote:Behind Bond there sounded a series of soft clicks. Kerim held forward his walking-stick. As Bond had supposed, it was a gun, a rifle, with a skeleton butt which was also a twist breech. The squat bulge of a silencer had taken the place of the rubber tip. The Winchester Model 88 was a unique lever-action rifle with a rotating bolt and detachable box magazine; it resembles a bolt-action rifle with a lever attached rather than the distinct "cowboy" guns they're known for making. The .308 Winchester round is the civilian version of 7.62x51mm NATO, which was originally developed as the T65 cartridge to succeed the .30-06. It was designed to have similar ballistics, but takes advantage of advances in ballistic and materials science to get similar performance out of a shorter and lighter round. In 1952, Winchester Ammunition began producing .308 commercially with the Winchester Model 88 introducing it to the masses. Two years later, pressure from the United States got NATO to adopt it as their standard rifle round. As history would prove, the round would turn out to be much less controllable than smaller rounds like the .280 that the British had unsuccessfully attempted to adopt and the US would eventually get everyone to switch to 5.56x45mm, developed for the M16. quote:‘Got it,’ whispered Kerim. ‘Where Vavra said. He’s a good man that.’ He lowered his gun just as two policemen appeared at the right-hand corner of the intersection. Bond stiffened. The silence is broken by the signal box behind the shed clanging, as a rickety train passes by on its 100-mile journey to the Greek border. As the train disappears into the distance, Bond notes a darker square appear on the unlit billboard. quote:Bond cautiously lifted his left hand to shade his eyes from the moon. There came a hiss of breath from behind his right ear. ‘He’s coming.’ Clever readers would note that Bond actually isn't telling the truth here! In Casino Royale when he begins reconsidering his employment as a spy, he admits to Mathis that he got his license to kill by completing two assassinations for the British government, one of which was even an urban sniping job like this one. Perhaps he considers it different since Kerim hasn't actually been ordered to murder this person and is committing preemptive self-defense? quote:Kerim silently took his arm. They walked slowly away from the scene and back the way they had come. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqBOVGZnwjA Unfortunately I can't find a good quality of this scene in English. It's very similar in the film, only using the .22 caliber AR-7 Bond brought in his suitcase and using a poster for Call Me Bwana with Anita Ekberg, one of the three films Eon Productions ever made that wasn't about Bond. quote:‘So you forgive me for today?’ It was odd to hear the longing for reassurance in the big man’s usually boisterous voice. Bond returns to his room and takes a shower, noting the irony of Saturday the 14th being so much more adventurous than Friday the 13th. quote:Bond drew aside one curtain and opened wide the tall windows and stood, holding the curtains open and looking out across the great boomerang curve of water under the riding moon. The night breeze felt wonderfully cool on his naked body. He looked at his watch. It said two o’clock. chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 17:09 on Mar 19, 2019 |
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# ¿ Mar 19, 2019 17:00 |
Chapter 20: Black on Pinkquote:Bond whirled round. He looked over to the bed, but his eyes were blind from gazing at the moon. He crossed the room and turned on the pink-shaded light by the bed. There was a long body under the single sheet. Brown hair was spread out on the pillow. The tips of fingers showed, holding the sheet up over the face. Lower down the breasts stood up like hills under snow. Fortunately, the rest of her clothes are under the bed. While Bond would ordinarily not be very into a Russian girl breaking into his hotel room and trying to seduce him (considering the prevalence of honey pot traps at this time), he has to play along to get the Spektor. quote:The girl blushed again. She looked at him seriously. ‘Are you speaking the truth? I think my mouth is too big. Am I as beautiful as Western girls? I was once told I look like Greta Garbo. Is that so?’ The remnants of Klebb on her? quote:And yet, yes, there was a lightness in her heart. Was she a loose woman by nature? Or was it something to do with this man she had never seen before? Relief about him after the agony of thinking about what she had to do? It was certainly much easier than she had expected. He made it easy – made it fun, with a spice of danger. He was terribly handsome. And he looked very clean. Would he forgive her when they got to London and she told him? Told him that she had been sent to seduce him? Even the night on which she must do it and the number of the room? Surely he wouldn’t mind very much. It was doing him no harm. It was only a way for her to get to England and make those reports. ‘Gaiety and fun in her eyes.’ Well, why not? It was possible. There was a wonderful sense of freedom being alone with a man like this and knowing that she would not be punished for it. It was really terribly exciting. This is an interesting way of presenting the deception. Ordinarily, an author would have skipped all or almost all of the first part of the book detailing the plot and left Tania's deception a twist. But Fleming removes any suspicion on the part of the audience by giving total information about both sides' motives and beliefs. He can present Tania's and Bond's thoughts simultaneously, which further shows how easily Bond is being fooled. quote:‘Well, yes, of course I will.’ Bond thought of her relatives in Russia. He quickly put the thought out of his mind. What was he doing? Trying to dissuade her from coming? He closed his mind to the consequences he imagined for her. ‘There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll look after you. ’ And now for the question he had been shirking. He felt a ridiculous embarrassment. The girl wasn’t in the least what he had expected. It was spoiling everything to ask the question. It had to be done. And Tania can play the game far better than Bond. She can even cry on command! quote:‘drat the bloody machine,’ he said impatiently. ‘But for God’s sake, Tania, you must know that I’ve got a job to do. Just say one way or the other and we’ll forget about it. There are lots more things to talk about. We’ve got to arrange our journey and so on. Of course my people want it or they wouldn’t have sent me out to bring you home with it. ’ The Orient Express had been justified to Tania as giving her 4 days to learn to love Bond. There would also obviously be Soviet agents on the train to watch them and make sure she didn't try to bail. It's up to her to seem like a stubborn, foolish girl to Bond to make him give up and go with her. quote:‘Well, I still think it’s crazy,’ said Bond, wondering what M.’s reaction would be. ‘But I suppose it may work. I’ve got the passport. It will need a Yugoslav visa,’ he looked at her sternly. ‘Don’t think I’m going to take you on the part of the train that goes through Bulgaria, or I shall think you want to kidnap me. ’ Bond starts having a tingle of suspicion at her lack of fear, which Tania deflects with more affection toward him. Unexpectedly, she pulls him onto the bed for a kiss. And things, as they do, go from there. quote:Above them, and unknown to both of them, behind the gold-framed false mirror on the wall over the bed, the two photographers from SMERSH sat close together in the cramped cabinet de voyeur, as, before them, so many friends of the proprietor had sat on a honeymoon night in the stateroom of the Kristal Palas. Bond Tape is real.
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Chapter 21: Orient Expressquote:The great trains are going out all over Europe, one by one, but still, three times a week, the Orient Express thunders superbly over the 1,400 miles of glittering steel track between Istanbul and Paris. The Orient Express has a romanticized reputation to the point where some people may have trouble imagining that it was a real thing that served from 1883 until 1977 at its peak. What made the Istanbul-Paris line unique was that in a time when train travel in Europe was still rough and uncomfortable, Georges Nagelmackers (the son of a Belgian banker) conceived of a luxury train that could compete with the Pullman cars of America. While service was interrupted by both world wars, the Orient Express became known as a preferred method of travel for the bourgeoisie. In a time when air travel was an uncomfortable and noisy short-range trip, the Orient Express served diplomats, royalty, businessmen, and wealthy tourists with sleeping cars and fine meals. Agatha Christie's famous Murder on the Orient Express reflects this with its depiction before the Russian Revolution, with the passengers suspected of murder including a famous actress past her prime, a Russian princess, and a count and countess, plus all the staff and family members they need to enact their scheme. The Orient Express was slowly chipped away by the increasing safety, speed, and comfort of air travel, border closures between warring Balkan nations, and communist governments establishing their own train routes. In 1971, Wagon-Lits sold the cars to the national railway companies and began just serving as a revenue collector. Istanbul ceased being the eastern terminus on May 19, 1977, then was cut back to a Vienna-Paris route in 2001, and finally discontinued completely in 2007. Despite this, it lives on! The Venice-Simplon Orient Express, or VSOE, is a privately run train established in 1982 to recreate the luxury and exotic destinations of the famous Orient Express. Using replica cars, the train makes a London-Paris-Istanbul route every September with sightseeing tours and overnight stays in cities like Budapest and Bucharest. The train runs from March to November, visiting a wide array of famous and beautiful European cities. Tickets are as expensive as you would expect, as you receive a truly luxurious experience with fine dining and train cars beautiful enough to serve as a movie set. quote:James Bond gazed vaguely at one of the most romantic signs in the world. For the tenth time he looked at his watch. 8.51. His eyes went back to the sign. All the towns were spelled in the language of the country except MILAN. Why not MILANO? Bond took out his handkerchief and wiped his face. Where the hell was the girl? Had she been caught? Had she had second thoughts? Had he been too rough with her last night, or rather this morning, in the great bed? At 9:00 sharp, a window bangs open on the train car above Bond's head; Tania is already aboard, her face disguised sloppily by a black veil that Bond notes has too wide a mesh to actually disguise her. Bond grabs onto the handrail and leaps into the carriage as the attendant apologizes for his wife having boarded at the last car. quote:Bond went down the carpeted corridor to the centre coupé. A black 7 stood above a black 8 on the white metal lozenge. The door was ajar. Bond walked in and shut it behind him. The girl had taken off her veil and her black straw hat. She was sitting in the corner by the window. A long, sleek sable coat was thrown open to show a natural coloured shantung dress with a pleated skirt, honey-coloured nylons and a black crocodile belt and shoes. She looked composed. Bond lights up his first cigarette of the trip as the train rounds the curve behind the billboard where Krilencu had his hideout. Tania is worried by how thoughtful and serious he looks as he stares out the window; she was given the Spektor case before leaving for the train, but strictly instructed not to show it to Bond lest he take it and abandon her. quote:A signal box loomed up in the blue dusk outside the window. Tatiana watched Bond get up and pull down the window and crane out into the darkness. His body was close to her. She moved her knee so that it touched him. How extraordinary, this passionate tenderness that had filled her ever since she had seen him last night standing naked at the window, his arms up to hold the curtains back, his profile, under the tousled black hair, intent and pale in the moonlight. And then the extraordinary fusing of their eyes and their bodies. The flame that had suddenly lit between them – between the two secret agents, thrown together from enemy camps a whole world apart, each involved in his own plot against the country of the other, antagonists by profession, yet turned, and by the orders of their governments, into lovers. Kerim (whose bulk fills the corridor) is on his first train smoke as well. He's already spotted the three strangers from the meeting at the Soviet Consulate aboard the train and suspects that Tania might have been bait. Bond can't believe it, so he returns to the cabin and demands to see the Spektor. quote:She said indifferently, ‘Take it down and look.’ She examined the hands in her lap. So now it was going to come. What the Director had said. They were going to take the machine and throw her aside, perhaps have her put off the train. Oh God! This man was going to do that to her. The jig is up faster than anticipated! Bond still doesn't know that it's all an assassination plot against him, but it took him less than 24 hours to clue in that Tania was hiding something. The Soviets' advantage here is that Tania doesn't know either. quote:Tatiana seemed to make up her mind. Brusquely she wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. She reached forward and put the hand on his knee. The streak of tears showed on the back of the hand. She looked into Bond’s eyes, forcing him to believe her. And as usual, Bond's coldness and professionalism runs headfirst into his sentimentality. Just as with the train down to Florida, Bond will wedge the doors to the cabin shut. Unlike before, he's going to stay awake outside the cabin with Kerim and make a plan. As the conductor enters to check their tickets, Bond returns to the corridor where Kerim is still just gazing out the window at the Turkish night. quote:Bond told him of the conversation. It was not easy to explain to Kerim why he trusted the girl as he did. He watched the mouth in the window curl ironically as he tried to describe what he had read in her eyes and what his intuition told him. Kerim was fond of stealing train rides as a boy, so he simply pretended to be the conductor while the third agent was in the lavatory and asked him to slide his ticket under the door. The idiot actually fell for it. As for the other two, Kerim wants to embarrass them before tossing them off so the MGB will punish them when they return. quote:While they were talking, the conductor had come out of No. 7. Kerim turned to Bond and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘Have no fear, James,’ he said cheerfully. ‘We will defeat these people. Go to your girl. We will meet again in the morning. We shall not sleep much tonight, but that cannot be helped. Every day is different. Perhaps we shall sleep tomorrow.’ chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 05:19 on May 10, 2019 |
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# ¿ Apr 27, 2024 15:27 |
Unrelated to the current book, one of my favorite bands, Poets of the Fall, did a cover of "You Know My Name" a while ago. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcjZZIRRBNA
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