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  • edited November 2013 Posts: 2,594
    An interesting, entertaining review: (Peg approaches this the same way John Pearson did in his authorised biography of James Bond)

    (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

    http://commanderbond.net/17750/bond-reviews-solo.html#more-17750

    " Bond reviews ‘Solo’


    Lost Café Bus Stop (c) by ‘peg’

    After many years of applying for an interview with James Bond, in late 2013 – in time to tie in with the publication of William Boyd’s Bond novel ‘Solo’ and officially just to give a unique review by its hero himself – the Ministry of Defence finally granted us a brief visit at the secret location the agent inhabits for some years now. Accompanied by a number of plainclothes representatives from the Ministry’s branch of public relations, our rapporteur met James Bond in the discreet retirement installation for Her Majesty’s distinguished civil servants in the countryside.



    At my inquiry after the whereabouts of Mr Bond a friendly nurse points to the garden. ‘Mr Bond is in our bus shelter in the park.’ Indeed, there is a glass shelter with one orange bench and a bus stop sign beside one of the gravel paths. My spirits sink immediately. Such shelters are used in retirement homes as a kind of anchor or brace, to keep disoriented patients from running away. They want to leave the strange foreign surroundings, see the bus stop and decide to just wait for the bus instead of walking the whole way home. It works remarkably well with most cases of senility and Alzheimer’s. Here I feel this has got to be some cruel prank by Whitehall, granting access to the world’s most famous secret agent only once he’s been reduced to a mumbling shadow of his former self. Nonetheless I head for the shelter, expecting the worst.



    Bond must have read my thoughts in my face. ‘Don’t worry, I haven’t become an avid advocate of public transport. It’s just because they don’t let us smoke inside,’ he says with a grim smile as he raises to meet me. ‘Too unhealthy. As if that would make any difference for our lot.’ He blows a dragon stream of smoke from his nostrils and measures me with his grey-blue eyes.

    ‘So – you are one of my “fans”? One of these “internet people” who write about me,’ Bond says with a wary glance and gives me a firm – if brief and somewhat bony – handshake. ‘Do take a seat.’

    I pause and look at the second figure at the far end of the bench, a small woman in a twin-set, a huge handbag on her knees, an air of mild abstraction around her. Apparently she’s searching for some obscure treasure, muttering to herself.

    ‘Oh, do not mind her at all, she’s busy with her bag.’ And in a lower voice he adds ‘Just pretend she’s waiting for her bus, OK?’

    So I sit to Bond’s left, the rummaging lady with her belongings at the other end, mumbling during most of the interview just below the level where it would disturb our talk.



    ‘Now, young man, let’s get this over with. What do you want to know?’ It’s obvious James Bond these days doesn’t enjoy this kind of PR duty too much, if at all.

    ‘Mr Bond, since when do you live here?’

    Bond frowns. ‘Young man, I was given to understand this interview was concerning itself with this new novel, ‘Solo’, and with nothing else. In fact that was one of the reasons I agreed to it in the first place.

    ‘But since you ask,’ he continues before I can apologise for my faux-pas, ‘ I’ve been living here for some years now; the blasted age, you see? I was living in Southern France, on Jamaica and on Guernsey before that. Good times – but there inevitably comes a point when you have to trade independence for the amenities a place like this provides.

    ‘Still, a damn nuisance I’m not even allowed to smoke in my own room,’ he adds with a frown. ‘Not as if I demand a King’s ransom, just a bit of privacy and personal freedom.’

    With this he shakes a fresh cigarette from an expensive looking carton and lights it on the stub he has just smoked down to the filter. Strewn around the bench are dozens of old cigarette butts, indicating this ersatz bus shelter is his favourite place around here.

    James Bond looks very much like himself: tall, relatively lean for his age – a wide chest hints to his former swimming days but also to high living – and his eyes still don’t show that rheumy look one usually associates with people of Bond’s age. If he has acquired a gut his tall built still helps keeping it in check. Bond’s hair has gone completely white and is much thinner, his face now heavily lined by the years and the adventures – so much so you can’t point to the famous thin scar any more – but otherwise this is undeniably James Bond.

    Through the smoke he looks at me, prodding me with a gesture to go on with the interview.





    ‘Mr Bond, how did you like ‘Solo’?

    ‘I’ve only received my copy last week, just finished it. To be honest I’m still in two minds about it. I like a lot in the book, somehow feels closer to me than many others. Quite entertaining in a way. But make no mistake, that could be my vanity talking. How many people get to read about themselves in a thriller? Not too many, I suppose.’

    ‘So you like it? Despite ‘Solo’ not always painting you as the shining hero?’

    ‘True, ‘Solo’ mostly revolves around its protagonist – me – like few others since ‘Casino Royale’. And it’s not always flattering, sure. But in a way I feel that’s what makes it also more authentic, less fantastical. I think the word is “outlandish”.’

    ‘Some fans complain about an unremarkable plot and a lack of excitement.’

    ‘Well, I know what you mean, yes. That mission wasn’t really as adventurous as some others I’ve been through. Comparatively unspectacular, really. Oddly that’s probably just what Boyd was looking for, an episode that allowed him to concern himself more with the protagonist than the adventure. I suggested to Boyd he use one of my later assignments in Africa, when I was after a man who terrorised a whole region with public hangings on a mobile gallows his men had mounted on a pickup truck, grisly business. I had to get into this man’s farm, far out in the savannah and guarded by maneater lions. I witnessed how they mauled some poor bastard and I had to get past them myself. No idea why that wasn’t chosen, perhaps London interfered.’

    ‘So you met William Boyd?’

    ‘I’ve met all the writers who picked up after Fleming. With Boyd it was early days, just after he agreed to write the next one. He’s a very nice chap; bit odd how he reminded me of a guy I once met. We’ve had a couple of drinks and lunch together. We talked much longer than we expected to and we met twice after that.’

    ‘Some readers keep wondering about the vague nature of your assignment in ‘Solo’.’

    ‘Do they? Odd, never occurred to me. You see, in my time I was quite used to nebulous briefings, put a stop to that gold smuggler, end this diamond business, see where these gold coins come from, look after that spoonbill affair, make that Tokyo loves us more than Washington and share its intelligence, so on. If you look at it it really used to be ‘go there and be a good boy’ for the most part. It’s really only the liquidations London ever is halfway specific about.’

    ‘Your target in ‘Solo’, a Brigadier Adeka, is dubbed “the African Napoleon”, supposedly a military genius. Yet he turns out not to be the actual villain of the book. In your view, was that the right decision Boyd made? Not to use this “African Napoleon” with his military fame as your main antagonist?’

    Bond gives me a sideways glance, a mix of irritation and something else, maybe reluctant guilt. He takes a moment before he answers.

    ‘We are talking about a war there, young man. Wars are not “fun”, wars are not “adventure” or whatever strange kind of entertainment your generation associates with wars today. They are cruel and bloody business. People die in horrible ways in the slaughter, most of them screaming for their mothers while the blood and excrement ooze from torn flesh, nothing exciting or genius about that.

    ‘My assignment was to take out one factor, one single individual crucial to the morals of the enemy. It turned out I didn’t have to act – at least that’s what I thought then – and I wasn’t too eager to kill this man. But I would not have hesitated had the situation been different. Prolonging that war itself was villainous enough in my book. Each day, each single hour one could shorten such butchering as I’ve seen there would have been worth killing Adeka. But that doesn’t mean I’d have to like doing it.’

    ‘Would you agree that mercenary Kobus Breed is more of a henchman than a proper villain in ‘Solo’?

    ‘In the book, maybe yes, that’s a fair point. Though knowing him in real life I can assure you he’s a dangerous and absolutely vile creature, not one iota better than other men I’ve had to fight against. And his military skills also used to be vital to that war, albeit not in the same manner as Adeka’s.’



    During this speech Bond has become quite serious. I can’t help but wonder how close ‘Solo’ is to the real events. But I decide to let it lie for the moment.

    ‘Since you mention it, Mr Bond, ‘Solo’ features one chapter in which you, working under cover as a journalist, give an example of your own strategic skills. This also is mentioned as one of ‘Solo’s less convincing parts by some readers.’

    ‘Well, that journalist cover back in the day used to mean something different than it does now. Now you give a couple of college boys a flak jacket and a helmet and call the snotty brats “embedded” and they immediately turn into camo-fetishists, forget everything they ever learned about their own job and preach the Gospel of Bellicist henceforth. Without ever having been in a fight other than in computer games. Back then many of the scribblers covering the wars from Korea to Vietnam to Cambodia and Africa used to be in active duty themselves, either during World War II or after that. Forsyth for example was a jet fighter pilot and that German Scholl-Latour was with the French paratroopers. I don’t say the journalists back in 1969 were military men, but they surely knew better when they got served a load of lies than some of today’s experts in the media.’

    ‘But do you think it was professional to interfere in this way in that battle?’

    Bond smiles at the absurdity of professionalism in a skirmish.

    ‘Believe me, once the battle starts you can quickly arrive at a point where it’s no longer relevant what kind of role you play on the field: soldier, reporter, civilian – all the same in front of a barrel or a bayonet. If you want to get out alive, with all your limbs still intact, you better start acting. I wouldn’t be here to talk to you if I hadn’t acted.’

    ‘So that episode really did happen as Boyd told it?’

    ‘No comment.’



    Right at this moment our neighbour in the shelter suddenly bursts out: ‘I can see you, laddie! I can see you just fine! Yes laddie, I can see you!’ She looks accusingly across the lawn in the direction of a small copse near the wall circling the premises, her voice trembling with rage. I can see one of my escorts from the Ministry in the distance, looking conspicuously inconspicuous in his raincoat and turning to try and fade into the shades. I can only assume the old lady took him for a flasher. I turn back to Bond but he only answers with a dismissive shake of the head and a face that implies he’s used to this kind of strange scene.

    ‘Never mind. Weather is a bit nerving today.’

    ‘Where was I? Oh yes, ‘Solo’ also seems to be the book about you with the highest alcohol strength by a large margin. Don’t you feel Mr Boyd is libelling your reputation?’

    ‘Not really. There may be an unusual amount of drinks per page in this – though Fleming used to be not that much more reserved about alcohol – but people seldom consider what my line of work consists of and what effects on the soul it entails in the long run. Just think about it, how many people does the average man on the street see die in his lifetime? And how many of these deaths are directly the result of said man’s actions? And now please consider how many people I’ve seen dying at – literally – my own hands. I’m fairly certain only long-time surgeons beat me in that category. And they can at least claim their initial impetus was to the best of their patients’ interests. Under that light I think I’m entitled to the odd glass of spirits, don’t you agree?’

    Bond looks at me with the kind of expression an undertaker might give a general practitioner, seeking understanding where he knows he won’t really get it. I feel it’s the best to change the subject.

    ‘There is also the issue of the peeping Tom scene in ‘Solo’. Not a favourite with some fans, I can tell you.’

    This time I’m startled by Bond’s hearty laughter.

    ‘You can’t be serious, are you?’ When I assure him fans really did complain about that behaviour I only receive a louder guffaw from him. I’m just starting to become concerned about a hysterical cramp when Bond calms down, the look of alarm in my face still amusing him.

    ‘Please forgive me, I’m not like this usually,’ he utters with tears in his eyes. I’ve never imagined Bond amusing himself to the point of – almost – rolling on the floor.

    ‘Excuse me, it’s just that this is a really hilarious criticism coming from the Internet, where everything is about “peeping”, from sex to violence to death. Probably beyond that. I’m a man with red blood and a pulse and I’m naturally attracted to the female shape. When I get the chance to eye one particularly charming example I certainly won’t avert my face; even if I didn’t enter that house for this reason. I should have thought you Internet people are the ones who understood this like few others. What’s going on there? And what do the guys complaining about this bit make of the time Gala Brand changed at the cliffs and I lied to her about not looking?’

    I tell Bond that I have no idea. ‘But you have to admit it sounds quite a bit odd and out-of-character that ‘Solo’ depicts you breaking and entering a stranger’s house just on a whim, don’t you?’

    ‘My dear boy, as I recall it in ‘Solo’ I ran into that woman twice, both times under circumstances that made it seem at least possible this was a set-up by some hostile party. It’s my duty to find out about such incidents and report them if necessary.’

    ‘But really – breaking and entering? Was that the right method?’

    After having been without nicotine for about a minute now Bond lights another cigarette, this time with some small metallic lighter from his pocket. He inhales deeply, his gaze somewhere in the middle distance, where all our memories seem to linger, going back into time.

    ‘I once provoked a rear shunt for much the same reasons. And that was long before the era of the airbag and it could have ended much worse than it did.’ With the hint of a smile about some private memory Bond adds ‘No, that little investigation was quite worth the risk.’ He glances at me, raising one eyebrow. ‘Young man, why do you think it took so long for London to approve of your application to interview me? Didn’t you ever have the feeling someone has been in your home while you were away?’ The look on my face is all the confirmation Bond needs. ‘See? I bet London would even tap your government’s phone communications if you were a foreigner.’

    I feel it’s perhaps for the best not to pursue this topic any further.

    ‘There are also some professional reviews that are critical about ‘Solo’. So does Markus Berkmann of The Spectator think the vinaigrette recipe is out of place in a Bond novel. What did you think about this culinary digression?’

    ‘That it’s my recipe, that’s what I thought when I read it. William Boyd wasn’t the first to include my salad dressing in a book, John Gardner started this. Strange nobody complained about it back then.’

    ‘So that vinaigrette is actually Boyd’s nod to Gardner’s work?’

    ‘You’ll have to ask Boyd himself about that. All I can say is the man appeared exceptionally well-prepared when we talked. In his book he even included the garlic I left from the original recipe in later years. Gave me hiccups.’

    ‘And what is your opinion about the Jensen FF Boyd decided to let you drive in his continuation?’

    ‘Fine car, a beauty with lots of steam under the bonnet. Provided it started. Jensens could be tough deals back in the day. The quality was at times less than exacting. But if you got your hand on a decent exemplar and knew how to treat it you could have serious fun with a Jensen. ‘Solo’ could have done with one or two additional scenes with that machine.’

    ‘But some fans complained it was too vulgar for their tastes.’

    ‘Vulgar? Don’t tell me – the same ones spending ludicrous amounts of money on all the stuff that got shown in those films, right? Well, they ought to be thankful Boyd didn’t place me in a Bond Bug.’

    ‘Mr Bond, up to now you don’t seem to agree with most of the criticisms ‘Solo’ met with. Don’t you have any gripes with the book?’

    ‘Oh yes, I sure do. Just seems they are not what others feel is wrong with ‘Solo’.’

    ‘Well, this is your chance to settle that score now.’

    ‘The first thing that rubs me the wrong way – not just with ‘Solo’, with most of the books about me – is how they mention how I use my hairs across doors and sprinkles of talcum powder on locks to tell if someone searched my belongings. That’s all good and fine, only if you work in the field such stuff is a dead giveaway that someone is from the trade. You can do it if you work in a semi-official role, like from an embassy or trade mission. But if you are supposed to be an ordinary civilian you better forget about it if you want your cover to hold up.

    ‘And that’s the second big issue I have: whenever I’m depicted searching the private rooms of others nobody – not Fleming, not any of the continuation authors – cares to mention that I look out for the very sings I employ myself, the hairs across doors, the linings of pockets half turned out and so on. Really, is it so difficult to depict us professionals in a professional manner?’ Bond asks in a tone that suggests he’s honestly hurt by such shortcomings.

    ‘That didn’t occur to me, interesting that you should mention it, Mr Bond.’

    ‘That’s not all of it, young man. ‘Solo’ continues the dreadful habit to show me using a sniper rifle without properly zeroing it myself first. Fleming started this humbug in some short story and when I next talked to him I complained about it. He made good for his mistake by mentioning extensive training under comparable conditions to the actual mission the next time he wrote about me shooting a rifle, fine. I used to be a distinguished marksman, but certainly no superman. Buying some rifle over the counter and hitting anything but landscape with it without first shooting it is quite ridiculous.’

    ‘Did you mention this to Mr Boyd?’

    ‘I shall the next time we talk. I shall also mention that any secret agent in the field keeps at least one set of documents consisting not just of passport but also of driver licence and little odds and ends to support the false name, notebooks and recipes and such, for emergency use. In this regard ‘Solo’ shows me about as experienced as I used to be around fifteen, not too fond of that.

    ‘I’ll also ask Boyd why he didn’t mention I had my Leica with me on this mission. It was a great help supporting my cover and while I’m no big photographer myself I used to be proficient enough. Somewhere in the files there must still be some of the photos I shot during the mission.’

    ‘That’s a most interesting detail. So there are pictures from this civil war shot by James Bond. Were some of them ever used in the actual coverage?’

    ‘They were of course not sent to London under my real name. Honestly, I have no idea why Boyd thought London would send me there as “James Bond”, that’s far too dangerous. After all the Russians knew my identity for many years.

    ‘And the Russians! That’s the next thing that’s hard to swallow when reading ‘Solo’: in 1969 the Cold War still used to be very much the background to everything that happened on the globe. During that time, whenever I got sent somewhere it usually was to weaken Russian influence and support Western interests there. There’s a nice speech by Felix Leiter in ‘Solo’, about oil interests in the region and everything going on there because of this, certainly true today. But the first oil crisis came only with the Yom Kippur War in 1973. In 1969 oil was still not an issue and the Middle East interested few people not living there. ‘Solo’ doesn’t really reflect that time the way I remember it. That’s of course highly subjective. Still – it felt odd.’

    ‘I’m curious now, what do you think William Boyd aimed for when writing ‘Solo’? Did he have ‘The Quiet American’ in mind? Or ‘The Honourable Schoolboy’? Greene or le Carré?’

    Bond takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

    ‘You must ask him yourself, young man. To be honest when reading ‘Solo’ I thought of neither. What I was reminded of was – strange perhaps – Tom Ripley.’

    Bond’s look invites me to challenge this choice. After all Tom Ripley, materialist murderer with questionable morals and nebulous sexual identity, is hardly the first character to associate with James Bond, not even the James Bond of ‘Solo’. Or is he?



    I sense that this talk is coming to an end. Pick up the Ripley bait or go in a different direction? Before I can make up my mind the initiative is taken from me.

    ‘Looks as if your time is up, young man.’ He points to one of the Ministry’s “Public Relations” men coming across the lawn toward us, unmistakably to end the interview and bring me back to the car.

    Bond looks mildly amused about my apparent discomfort.

    ‘One last question: Kobus Breed, is he still alive?’

    ‘You’re asking the wrong man there. Try your luck with Mr Boyd, maybe he’ll be able to tell you.’ With that Bond raises and turns to the old lady.

    ‘Time to change for dinner, Penny. Let’s not keep the cook waiting.’ He offers the woman his left arm and she takes it routinely as if they are an old couple. I catch a quick glance of the handbag’s interior. There is a huge revolver inside, its hammer cocked. Bond follows my line of sight and reaches into the bag. ‘Let’s put that hammer down, me gal. We don’t want any unpleasant surprises around here.’

    ‘James, did you see those amateurs on guard duty? The one in the blue raincoat played with this ghastly mobile phone! The whole time! It’s really impossible to get decent staff these days, impossible…’ She nods to me as if seeing me for the first time, then her voice once more drops to an unintelligible murmur and her gaze becomes clouded again by whatever goes on in her mind.

    Bond looks at me apologetically while we slowly walk towards the main building, the minder now nearly at my side.

    ‘Would you be up for another interview some day?’

    I feel the guard reaching for my arm just before we reach the entrance to the dining room, but Bond gives him a sign to wait.

    ‘That’s not for me to decide, young man. If London agrees – maybe,’ and for the first time there is a definite trace of age in his voice. He follows his female companion through the French doors. Just before they close behind them he turns to me again.

    ‘But if you do make sure to bring something to keep our spirits up. Talking to you is thirsty work.’ "


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    I'd actually forgotten the reason why Bond did what he did regarding the Bryce/house incident. His actions were somewhat justified.
  • That's a brilliant review, thanks for posting! Though, of course, it seems better written frankly than Solo itself, and indeed could have been written by John Pearson.

    I tend to overwrite so I won't post my full review yet, I'm feeling a bit flu-ish. But it does seem to me that rather than being inspired by Fleming, Boyd was inspired more by both Faulks and Deaver. I read it all in two stints, but it was like Quavers, you want the next one because it's enjoyable but never quite satisfying.
  • edited November 2013 Posts: 11,189
    I'm about 170 pages into Solo and, so far, I have to say I'm feeling underwhelmed. Despite a few good sections there's not much of a hook to the story, and a lot of the characters feel somewhat undefined and are thus forgettable. One gets the feeling Boyd is more concerned with going into Bond's thought processes rather than actually pushing forward with the adventure (Fleming could do both very effectively).

    The story itself reminds me of both TLD (an ongoing war) and Quantum of Solace (poverty), but (IMO) it feels a bit flat overall and I'm not all that interested in finding out what's going to happen.

    There are parts of it that are decent like when Bond walks round a lady's house early on and when
    M visits Bond in hospital
    but I can't say it's gripped me.

    To be honest large sections are quite boring.

    I will finish it though.
  • Creasy47Creasy47 In Cuba with Natalya.Moderator
    Posts: 40,372
    In a search for some new Bond novels last night, I contemplated getting this, but I still don't want to spend over $10 for this. It isn't going anywhere, I'll wait until there's a price drop.
  • I got mine out of the local library.
  • Posts: 2,594
    BAIN123 wrote:
    I'm about 170 pages into Solo and, so far, I have to say I'm feeling underwhelmed. Despite a few good sections there's not much of a hook to the story, and a lot of the characters feel somewhat undefined and are thus forgettable. One gets the feeling Boyd is more concerned with going into Bond's thought processes rather than actually pushing forward with the adventure (Fleming could do both very effectively).

    The story itself reminds me of both TLD (an ongoing war) and Quantum of Solace (poverty), but (IMO) it feels a bit flat overall and I'm not all that interested in finding out what's going to happen.

    There are parts of it that are decent like when Bond walks round a lady's house early on and when
    M visits Bond in hospital
    but I can't say it's gripped me.

    To be honest large sections are quite boring.

    I will finish it though.

    Personally, I didn't find it boring. I found a lot of it quite entertaining but yes, it doesn't have a proper plot and aside for Bond who was developed well, the other characters could have been developed more. In terms of the latter, I found this a problem in some of Gardner's Bond novels too.
  • Posts: 11,189
    As I said I think there are glimpses of something decent. The first couple of chapters I thought were good but things start to lose their way not long after.
  • edited November 2013 Posts: 267
    The generosity and tolerance of Bond fans is quite incredible.
    Otherwise sane and knowledgable people go out of their way to find some sought of redeeming feature in this absolute stinker when, in reality, none exists.
    It is dysfunctional, boring and a complete travesty.
    Do yourself a favour, unless you are a masochistic completist, give it a wide berth and read "I Am Pilgrim"; "An Officer And A Spy" or "The Kill List" instead. All are excellent and are head and shoulders above this absolute tosh!
    It's not the money I resent, albeit I do think IFP should be offering refunds, it's the six hours I wasted reading Boyd's baloney.
  • Still not up to doing a full review, but I do feel it's a bit like Paul McCartney's New stuff; fans will talk it up but I just listen and think, hmmm, that's not quite right, he could have taken it in a different direction. You'd be better off, as Bentley suggests, just checking out some other stuff that is in its prime and not derivative.
  • edited November 2013 Posts: 2,594
    Well, Solo isn't up there with Fleming's stuff of course nor Gardner's early books and there are a good few spy thrillers out there that I like better but despite the lack of any real story I really did find it entertaining. I thought there was good character development on Bond's part too which I always appreciate. Believe me, if I hadn't have liked it, people would have heard about it! :) I wasn't crazy about DMC or CB and my disappointment was expressed in spades. The same goes for any Bond book or film. I for one certainly do not look for virtues when none exist.

    Personally, I think Colonel Sun is overrated in the Bond community. It's on the dull side and the ending is somewhat of an anti climax - too short. Colonel Sun himself could have been developed more too. I prefer Gardner's early Bond books to this novel.

    I kind of wish that Higson had have been hired to write adult Bond books instead and used the young Bond stories he scribed with tweaks here and there obviously for the purposes of an adult Bond working for the SIS. When it comes to Bond's childhood, I prefer to follow Pearson's excellent Bond biography. It's far more realistic and in line with what Fleming may have written. As much as I like Higson's Young Bond books, to think that a James Bond in his early teens could have all these types of outrageous adventures and within the space of a couple of years, if that, is just over the top.
  • In many ways it is one of my two favorites of the continuation novels. My favorite Bond characterization of Bond outside of Fleming save for a few out of character instances of a sort of school boy meanness.

    Luke warm on some choices like Bond's car, clothes, minor choices. I do not like concentration on making them mysteries with plots with too many see-them-coming-a-mile-away "surprises" and overly elaborating plots with too low stakes. Lack of central strong villain again. Really falls apart at the very end.
  • edited November 2013 Posts: 2,594
    Yeah, the ending was a bit of an anti climax and I would have preferred Bond to have driven a Bentley, an Aston Martin or a Jaguar. Pretty good Bond novel on the whole though. My mother liked it too and she's not much of a fan of Carte Blanche. :)
  • edited November 2013 Posts: 4,622
    I am finally chiming in here. I have read the first 20 pages of Solo and it is brilliant. I love it. Way better than the last two efforts from Faulks and Deaver.
    I am pumped to finish this book and at a nice leisurely savouring pace. His characterization of Bond resonates. It's got an authentic bite to it. I love the air of casual mystery he has created with Bond's visit to the femme's party. Is she legit or is she femme fatale?! The mystery is intriguing. Very Bondian, as this is the sort of stuff a guy like Bond does have to deal with.
    Sure its only 20 pages, but such length is generally enough to know whether the rest of it is worth reading.
    What I like so far is that I can relate to this 45-year-old Bond chap, circa 1969. Well done.
    I like the little 1945 WWII back-story bit too.
    Hopefully IFP has the Young Bond gang on board with this continuity. Lets keep it tight.
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    timmer wrote:
    I am finally chiming in here. I have read the first 20 pages of Solo and it is brilliant. I love it. Way better than the last two efforts from Faulks and Deaver.
    I am pumped to finish this book and at a nice leisurely savouring pace. His characterization of Bond resonates. It's got an authentic bite to it. I love the air of casual mystery he has created with Bond's visit to the femme's party. Is she legit or is she femme fatale?! The mystery is intriguing. Very Bondian, as this is the sort of stuff a guy like Bond does have to deal with.
    Sure its only 20 pages, but such length is generally enough to know whether the rest of it is worth reading.
    What I like so far is that I can relate to this 45-year-old Bond chap, circa 1969. Well done.
    I like the little 1945 WWII back-story bit too.
    Hopefully IFP has the Young Bond gang on board with this continuity. Lets keep it tight.

    You have indeed read the best part of the book, good luck with the rest.
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    I am about 80 pages in now. The book does drag a bit but Boyd is building tension. Bond has seen no meaningful action other than punching some slob reporter in the gut, because the reporter, horrors, insulted Bond's "date" in a dive bar. On its own merits I found this scene very lame, ie Bond wasting his talents on a mouthy drunk. It reminds of Deavers really dumb scene, or was it Faulks, actually I think it was Deaver, where Bond intimidates a bully as a favour to a friend. Gag me. These guys are using Bond to deal with their own little pet peeves.
    Boyd might be redeemed if the drunk reporter later figures into the narrative, and this bar encounter was simply a way to introduce him, but if the initial encounter is all there was too it, then vomit.
    Bond strikes a blow for guys everywhere, whose dates get harassed in crappy bars by slobs. Yay Bond!
    Real lesson though, possibly lost on Boyd, is don't take your date to a dive bar in the first place.
  • 4EverBonded4EverBonded the Ballrooms of Mars
    edited November 2013 Posts: 12,459
    I kept reading reviews that said the first 20 or 30 (at most) pages were quite good and promising. Then it went downhill quickly. But that is putting it politely.
    I will read it later, not in a hurry.
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    Villiers53 wrote:
    Dryden wrote:
    Off topic just for a moment - thanks to all who recommend 'I Am Pilgrim' by Terry Hayes. Downloaded it yesterday after reading this thread and thoroughly enjoying it.

    Isn't 'I Am Pilgrim' the absolute business?
    I found it to be truly new, different and better. Furthermore, it made SOLO look even more sub standard.

    Let me know when you finish I Am Pilgrim, @Dryden. Give us your overall impression. It is one of my favorites spy books ever. It is beautifully written; brilliant stuff. Yes, @Villiers53, I am sure it does compare like that to Solo (haven't read Solo yet and not hurrying to). You are probably being polite just saying "sub standard" for Solo.
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    The Washington section of the book (from what I've read so far) has a wiff of LTK to it.

    I've thought of Solo as:

    TLD meets QoS meets LTK
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    Turning James Bond into a boring messenger boy for his country's corporate interests was what annoyed me most about SOLO
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    The overall plot is a bit lame. I myself just enjoyed various different scenes in the book along with the character movement. In Africa, I liked reading about Bond in these very different situations and how he reacted to them.

    Let's say that Bond really did exist and he was in this down and out bar (there was a better one he was in in Africa at the end of the book so maybe he shouldn't have been in there in the first place) and a guy was harassing this dame, then how do you think he should have reacted? Such a situation may happen in a nicer bar too.
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    Bounine wrote:
    The overall plot is a bit lame. I myself just enjoyed various different scenes in the book along with the character movement. In Africa, I liked reading about Bond in these very different situations and how he reacted to them.

    Let's say that Bond really did exist and he was in this down and out bar (there was a better one he was in in Africa at the end of the book so maybe he shouldn't have been in there in the first place) and a guy was harassing this dame, then how do you think he should have reacted? Such a situation may happen in a nicer bar too.
    I'm still only around 100 pages in so I don't know if this slob reporter comes back, but my beef is not so much how Bond reacted, its more why does Boyd include such a scene in the first place.
    It seems Boyd is simply using Bond to lash out at slobs that bother guys with dates.
    Does such behaviour bother Boyd to the point that he has to commission the great James Bond to deal with it.
    Big deal. This happens all the time. You don't have to be James Bond to deal with it. Anyone can slug a drunk slob reporter and live to tell about it.
    But again, all is forgiven, if this slob figures later in the story and this was simply Boyd's way of introducing him, but otherwise what was the point?
    I am beginning to suspect though that the drunk does not come back, and Boyd is making a social statement about drunk men, that say not-nice-things about girls in dive bars. Yawn.
    Still, the book is bouncing along nicely, even if I am beginning to suspect Boyd himself is a bit of a pussy. So far he hasn't pussified the character at least.

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    timmer wrote:
    Bounine wrote:
    The overall plot is a bit lame. I myself just enjoyed various different scenes in the book along with the character movement. In Africa, I liked reading about Bond in these very different situations and how he reacted to them.

    Let's say that Bond really did exist and he was in this down and out bar (there was a better one he was in in Africa at the end of the book so maybe he shouldn't have been in there in the first place) and a guy was harassing this dame, then how do you think he should have reacted? Such a situation may happen in a nicer bar too.
    I'm still only around 100 pages in so I don't know if this slob reporter comes back, but my beef is not so much how Bond reacted, its more why does Boyd include such a scene in the first place.
    It seems Boyd is simply using Bond to lash out at slobs that bother guys with dates.
    Does such behaviour bother Boyd to the point that he has to commission the great James Bond to deal with it.
    Big deal. This happens all the time. You don't have to be James Bond to deal with it. Anyone can slug a drunk slob reporter and live to tell about it.
    But again, all is forgiven, if this slob figures later in the story and this was simply Boyd's way of introducing him, but otherwise what was the point?
    I am beginning to suspect though that the drunk does not come back, and Boyd is making a social statement about drunk men, that say not-nice-things about girls in dive bars. Yawn.
    Still, the book is bouncing along nicely, even if I am beginning to suspect Boyd himself is a bit of a pussy. So far he hasn't pussified the character at least.

    It doesn't really bother me that it's there. I don't care either way. Maybe it was unnecessary. Maybe Boyd thinks that Bond cared less about woman in the Fleming books or at least on the surface and is trying to show that he is more sensitive towards them now. Maybe he thought it was a good way to develop his character. I kind of liked how it further illustrated Bond's impatience for such people. I remember in The Hilbrand Rarity how Bond was becoming increasingly impatient with the way Krest spoke to Fidele Barbey and the girl (I forget her name) but he wasn't really in a position to do anything about it as he was working for Krest. As Fleming said, he wanted to but he had to "eat crow".

    I don't think that Boyd ever "pussified" the character in the novel. Although at the end Bond did something that involved Bryce. Originally I liked this but upon thinking about it again, I'm not sure if I do now. I don't think that Fleming's Bond would have done this.
  • Bounine wrote:
    timmer wrote:
    Bounine wrote:
    The overall plot is a bit lame. I myself just enjoyed various different scenes in the book along with the character movement. In Africa, I liked reading about Bond in these very different situations and how he reacted to them.

    Let's say that Bond really did exist and he was in this down and out bar (there was a better one he was in in Africa at the end of the book so maybe he shouldn't have been in there in the first place) and a guy was harassing this dame, then how do you think he should have reacted? Such a situation may happen in a nicer bar too.
    I'm still only around 100 pages in so I don't know if this slob reporter comes back, but my beef is not so much how Bond reacted, its more why does Boyd include such a scene in the first place.
    It seems Boyd is simply using Bond to lash out at slobs that bother guys with dates.
    Does such behaviour bother Boyd to the point that he has to commission the great James Bond to deal with it.
    Big deal. This happens all the time. You don't have to be James Bond to deal with it. Anyone can slug a drunk slob reporter and live to tell about it.
    But again, all is forgiven, if this slob figures later in the story and this was simply Boyd's way of introducing him, but otherwise what was the point?
    I am beginning to suspect though that the drunk does not come back, and Boyd is making a social statement about drunk men, that say not-nice-things about girls in dive bars. Yawn.
    Still, the book is bouncing along nicely, even if I am beginning to suspect Boyd himself is a bit of a pussy. So far he hasn't pussified the character at least.

    It doesn't really bother me that it's there. I don't care either way. Maybe it was unnecessary. Maybe Boyd thinks that Bond cared less about woman in the Fleming books or at least on the surface and is trying to show that he is more sensitive towards them now. Maybe he thought it was a good way to develop his character. I kind of liked how it further illustrated Bond's impatience for such people. I remember in The Hilbrand Rarity how Bond was becoming increasingly impatient with the way Krest spoke to Fidele Barbey and the girl (I forget her name) but he wasn't really in a position to do anything about it as he was working for Krest. As Fleming said, he wanted to but he had to "eat crow".

    I don't think that Boyd ever "pussified" the character in the novel. Although at the end Bond did something that involved Bryce. Originally I liked this but upon thinking about it again, I'm not sure if I do now. I don't think that Fleming's Bond would have done this.

    I'm slowly coming to the conclusion that Bond literary fans deserve a medal for perseverance and optimism. We try and find something good in everything.
    When I read the above, my only thought is it's not just the scene that's unnecessary, It's the book!
    Appropriate that it's up for a spec savers award — you'd have to be in dire need of a visit to think that this is any good!
  • I thought there was a lot to like. I wish Boyd would try again but just have a mission, a well plotted mission that has big consequences. A single mission that has challenges and cock ups but is not pointlessly twisty and double/triple blind. A single well defined and dangerous villain too. More plot and scene development and less clever twisty.
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    I thought there was a lot to like. I wish Boyd would try again but just have a mission, a well plotted mission that has big consequences. A single mission that has challenges and cock ups but is not pointlessly twisty and double/triple blind. A single well defined and dangerous villain too. More plot and scene development and less clever twisty.

    Me too and I'm certainly not one who tries to find merits when none are present.

    I agree and Boyd largely understands the character. He's more than capable of writing a good traditional Bond story. SOLO rolls along at a good pace too unlike the overrated 'Colonel Sun' which plods along a tad.
  • Agree about the slob reporter; and he kind of appears again, but it's not needed. It is the sort of thing you can see Craig's Bond doing, or even Brozzer in DAD (the guy mocking the Cubans) but I find it a bit thuggish and it's like Bond is annoyed because his cover is already in danger of being blown. Anyone with a modicum of charm could talk their way out of that situation, not inflame it and gain an unnecessary enemy not to mention draw attention to oneself.

    Solo rattles along of course, but there is precious little to savour, it's fast food.
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    Agree about the slob reporter; and he kind of appears again, but it's not needed. It is the sort of thing you can see Craig's Bond doing, or even Brozzer in DAD (the guy mocking the Cubans) but I find it a bit thuggish and it's like Bond is annoyed because his cover is already in danger of being blown. Anyone with a modicum of charm could talk their way out of that situation, not inflame it and gain an unnecessary enemy not to mention draw attention to oneself.

    Solo rattles along of course, but there is precious little to savour, it's fast food.

    Yeah, I guess he should have just given the guy some stern words first and if it didn't work then bet him up. Bond wouldn't have got physical straight away.
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    I thought there was a lot to like. I wish Boyd would try again but just have a mission, a well plotted mission that has big consequences. A single mission that has challenges and cock ups but is not pointlessly twisty and double/triple blind. A single well defined and dangerous villain too. More plot and scene development and less clever twisty.
    Arggh. This is what destroyed Deaver's book. Too much clever twisty. A little bit is fine. But Bond adventures aren't mystery novels.
    What is very annoying about the slob reporter is that his kind is beneath Bond. I love it when Bond gets violent and puts criminals in their place especially violent criminals that talk smack.
    But this guy is just a reporter, talking smack. Who cares. In the real world I could deal with this guy, anyone could, and I would problaby simply dress him down verbally. Save the violence for those that threaten violence.
    Bond does stuff that the rest of us can't. I want him beating up on guys that pose a threat that normal people can't deal with. Bond is highly trained blunt instrument, with style and charm of course.
    His ilk stand up to the real bad types on behalf of the rest of us. Obnoxious reporters we can deal with on our own thank you, Mr. Boyd.

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    Mmm, now that I think about it, he should have just spoken to him sternly. Then if he didn't back off, given him one.

    There are not lots of little twists in SOLO like in Carte Blanche. Personally, even though SOLO is without a solid plot and has a bit of an anti climax I think it's an enjoyable, well paced book with good character movement on Bond's part. There are many enjoyable scenes in there. It's certainly better than the last half of Gardner's books, Bensons's and definitely the last two. It got a lot of positive reviews too on news websites. Certainly more positive than negative. It's just a shame that we couldn't have had a better, more solid plot. This facet is certainly not enough for me to dislike the book though. I liked it.

    If a professional writer who understands Bond had have written Bond novels using Benson's stories, these 6 books could have been a lot better. Benson's poor writing skills let his books down together with him bringing back major characters from Fleming's books and just messing with them way too much. Draco deciding to get revenge on Bond after all those years for the death of his daughter! Come on! He did scribe some imaginative, colourful stories though.

    From A View To A Museum:

    http://raymondbenson.blogspot.co.nz/2013/11/from-view-to-museum.html
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    Yes Benson's screwing around with Draco was heinous. I didn't mind the Tanaka reboot, even if the whole thing was kind of contrived. At least Tanaka was essentially the same character, but what was missing was Fleming's provocative touch. The Bond/Tanaka/ Dikko drinking bouts and carousing from the original were epic Fleming.
    Benson's Bond/Tanaka reunion is rather tame by comparison.

    I have put Solo aside for the time being. I will try and finish this weekend. It's just not grabbing me after 150 pages. I am not hating it, but its not screaming read me or finish me either.
    @bounine when I finish Solo, I am going to go back and read the post you put up regarding "Bond reviews Solo" and some of the other review/postings from back in the thread. I am rather late to this thread being rather late to starting the book.
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