Book: Casino Royale
We listened to the audiobook of this on the way to Missouri. I haven't seen the movie, yet, but since the book focuses on Soviet-era espionage, I'm assuming that a movie version set in modern times will have to be drastically different. Another thing that would have to be different is that I hope that the movie, unlike the book, doesn't spend an entire quarter of its content describing one game of bacarat.
I understand now why the movies are more popular than the books. This book is terrible. James Bond is a misogynistic idiot who, at one point, is fantasizing about a female associate agent, thinking that she's such a proud person that having a sexual relationship with her would "have the sweet tang of rape" every time they sleep together.
She's the only female character in the story, and of course she turns out to be a double agent. Yes, I know it's a spoiler, but the story's already spoiled, so deal with it.
After listening to this book, I've come to the decision that Ian Fleming is not a very good writer, and was possibly not a very good person, either. That, and his mother probably beat him daily with a roulette wheel.
This book would be enjoyed by anyone who wants to learn how to play bacarat or likes men who fantasize about rape.
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And, I won't bother with the books! So, thanks for the saved time, too! ;)
Hehe... I'm here to serve.
Fuck you, Ian Fleming. Fuck you.
WEll, rest assured that the movie might be better than the book, in this case.
Heh... -I don't recall anything being mentioned about any sweet tang of rape...
(-Never heard such a thing before) -Sick.
You had me at flayed bodies.