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Fortysomething, photographer slacker, working in IT, living in Greenwich; failed polymath; drinks and eats too much, reads too little...

The Spy Who Loved Me (James Bond, #10) - Ian Fleming, Nick Stone An odd one. Bond hardly appears in this novel at all, and it's the weaker for it. Fleming wrote Bond well. As his character he seemed to understand him. Other people not so much. Vivienne isn't James, and throughout the best part of the book you're waiting and hoping for Bond to arrive and start being Bond. Sadly, it's all a little too late.