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78 reviewsAS BRITISH AS tuppence, yet as international as the Beatles, James Bond is truly a hallowed cultural institution. A solid link in the long, winding chain of the national DNA. A friend on bank holidays, flourishing among the war movies, Carry On films and The Two Ronnies specials. 007 has been a companion to an entire generation of children who were raised on Sean flinging a hat into the bars of Fort Knox, George telling us it never happened to the other fella and Roger skiing off a mountain. He was a window into the world during a time when the world was less travelled. Who needed to go abroad when you could watch James Bond do it instead? People either wanted to be him or be with him. He had the best cars, the best clothes, the best watches and, at times, magic powers. He could drive, fly, glide, sail, hover or swim anywhere, and could outsmart the very smartest around. His only weakness was, it turned out, appalling misogyny.
When Ian Fleming sat down and decided to turn his insider knowledge of the highly dangerous and exciting world of espionage into a book, he would have had no idea that he was about to create an icon. The places Bond would go, the things he would see – all stemmed directly from Fleming’s pen. The tragedy was that he died during the making of Goldfinger, and therefore never got to see the boob-zoom bit from Octopussy, which he would no doubt have appreciated.