Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Glad I Found My Way Back

It is stunning to me that the movie version had a submarine car, Jaws, a secret underwater hideout for villains and so much more nonsense when the book was perfectly good by itself. I'm not quite sure why they share a name to tell you the truth. Granted, I didn't enjoy the book too awful much, but it was solid and fun to read like all of the other Bonds.

The story was written not from Bond's perspective which is the norm, but from the girls. This was a bit different and although it made me not think as much of the book, this twist did make me applaud Ian Fleming all the more. I like the fact that he wrote what he felt like writing and didn't fall for any demands that might have been pressed on him by others. It's as if he's always trying something new just to see how it will fit for a bit.

Unlike the movie there is a ton of introspection and flashbacks from the main character. It's not till halfway through the book that Bond actually shows up. I know I was supposed to care if only cause part way through the book Fleming writes how his protagonist is learning to write.

Well, I settled down in my new job as ‘Assistant to the Editor’ and I was given more writing to do and less legwork and in due course, after I had been there for a year, I graduated to a by-line and ‘Vivienne Michel’ became a public person and my salary went up to twenty guineas. Len liked the way I got on with things and wasn’t afraid of people, and he taught me a lot about writing—tricks like hooking the reader with your lead paragraph, using short sentences, avoiding ‘okay’ English and, above all, writing about people.

Although he was writing about people, I still had a hard time caring about this people. I even faltered in starting this book. I read the first few chapters, gave up, read two other books that you can find in previous posts on this topic, The Corpse Goddess and Wool, then came back to it. I'm glad I did. It was worthwhile all told.