What treasures pack the pages of each copy of The New York Review of Books!
Self used to have a (20-year-old) subscription to the New York Times Book Review, but decided to discontinue it a few months ago.
To self, The NYRB is the far more interesting publication.
This evening, self is again plowing manfully through her ‘Pile of Stuff.’ She’s still experiencing Squaw Valley Writers Conference withdrawal symptoms (such as posting endlessly about it on her Facebook wall)
The Man is watching the 3rd or 4th Bourne (Matt Damon is the one and only, the né plus ultra of American action cool).
Self gamely tackles the June 5, 2014 issue of The New York Review of Books and stumbles across an article by James Walton, called “Bondage,” which might also be fittingly sub-titled: “Everything You Wanted to Know About Ian Fleming and His Most Famous Literary Creation, James Bond 007.”
- Here is how Casino Royale, the first-ever James Bond novel (published 1953), began: “The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.”
- Ian Fleming came up with the name for the world’s most famous spy “because he wanted something plain-sounding and James Bond was ‘the dullest name I’ve ever heard.’ “
- Hard to imagine, perhaps, but there is a sentence in one of the Bond novels that goes: “Bond . . . lit his seventieth cigarette of the day.”
- President Kennedy was instrumental to the development of James Bond’s popularity in the United States. In an interview with Life magazine, he named From Russia With Love as “one of his ten favorite books.”
- Ian Fleming’s wife, Anne, referred to her husband’s Bond books as “pornography.”
There is tons more interesting tidbits from the article, but self must go back to reading Sebastian Barry (who is the most beautiful writer imaginable).
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.