![]() ![]() ![]() She endures a wicked autumn storm and reflects on her past relationships, but soon finds herself taken hostage by a pair of hoodlums, only to be rescued by a debonair Englishman. She finds a job at a motel of cabins in the New York woods and promises to take responsibility of closing up shop for the winter, while the despicable caretakers take off early. Wanting to make a new life for herself, she purchased a white Vespa and determined to drive herself southward to Florida, making petty cash as she could along the way. Viv had been schooled in Europe, but after two troubling relationships had returned Quebec only to find it entrenched in a silly cultural war of snobbery. Thus, the entire book is written first-person from the perspective of Vivian Michel, a French-Canadian who happened to cross paths with one Bond, James Bond, in the deep woods of New York State, USA. Ian Fleming opens this book by suggesting that the manuscript found its way onto his desk one day, written by a woman who knew that, due to Fleming’s close relationship with 007, he might be able to make use of it. This is the fourth James Bond book I’ve ever read, and until this point, I hadn’t really noticed a whole lot that would have made my parents say, “Never will you watch a James Bond movie!” Well, I sort of understand them now. My copy of this book quotes The Saturday Review on its cover, saying “The sparks fly in this one.” Yeah, I guess that’s one way of putting it. ![]()
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