
This is Anthony Horowitz's second shot at James Bond novelizing, and it's pretty good. It opens (Chapter One, Line One) with a shocking declaration from M:
"So, 007 is dead."
What!?
That might be the reaction from the reader who managed to start right in without reading the back cover or book flap. Or this report, for that matter. The events in this book take place in 1950, pre-Casino Royale and it's Horowitz's story of James Bond's first case as the new 007, replacing his murdered predecessor. And also carrying on that predecessor's investigation, the one that got him killed in Marseilles.
It is the usual mixture of spycraft, suspense, danger, violence, sex, detective work, food, drink, cigarettes, and scenic locations. Bond is up against some very colorful/disgusting villains. And, unfortunately, even though Bond's supposed to be undercover, the bad guys seem to know exactly who he is, and why he's there. He goes through a lot of physical and mental torture. And also narrow escapes, of course.
I'm a little proud to say that I figured out what the eventual climactic plot twist would be pretty early on. However, so does Bond.
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