Unfinished Fleming Manuscript Rumour about Amis's Colonel Sun?

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  • onemonk909onemonk909 Posts: 65MI6 Agent
    Revelator wrote:
    onemonk909 wrote:
    Did Amis review other Bond novels for the newspapers of the day -- and are any of them found online or elsewhere?

    I've just found out that Amis reviewed You Only Live Twice for the New Statesman (in the issue dated March 20, 1964). I hope to obtain the piece soon.

    That's awesome! Thanks so much for letting us know about this. I hope you are able to get it!
  • Silhouette ManSilhouette Man The last refuge of a scoundrelPosts: 8,644MI6 Agent
    onemonk909 wrote:
    Revelator wrote:
    onemonk909 wrote:
    Did Amis review other Bond novels for the newspapers of the day -- and are any of them found online or elsewhere?

    I've just found out that Amis reviewed You Only Live Twice for the New Statesman (in the issue dated March 20, 1964). I hope to obtain the piece soon.

    That's awesome! Thanks so much for letting us know about this. I hope you are able to get it!

    If there's something I've learned over the years it is that Revelator always delivers in the end. :) -{

    His research skills at finding obscure literary Bond reviews and articles are second-to-none! The literary Bond community is very lucky to have him! {[]
    "The tough man of the world. The Secret Agent. The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).
  • ggl007ggl007 SpainPosts: 388MI6 Agent
    onemonk909 wrote:
    Revelator wrote:

    I've just found out that Amis reviewed You Only Live Twice for the New Statesman (in the issue dated March 20, 1964). I hope to obtain the piece soon.

    That's awesome! Thanks so much for letting us know about this. I hope you are able to get it!

    If there's something I've learned over the years it is that Revelator always delivers in the end. :) -{

    His research skills at finding obscure literary Bond reviews and articles are second-to-none! The literary Bond community is very lucky to have him! {[]
    Completely agree. Thanks, Revelator! -{
  • RevelatorRevelator Posts: 556MI6 Agent
    You guys are way too kind! But thanks nevertheless. ;)
  • RevelatorRevelator Posts: 556MI6 Agent
    And here's the review, which also covers le Carre and Deighton:

    ***
    New Statesman, 20 March 1964

    Literary Agents by Kingsley Amis

    Spy fever has us in its grip. Saturday night on ITV gives us two solid hours of cloak-and-dagger. At 9:10, Espionage, a series that at least every other week has only the most tenuous connection with espionage: it’s as if the planners knew the title was good enough to get the viewers viewing. At 10.5, The Avengers, thought to be good by enough bright people to make other bright people very angry, and playing self-parodic tricks with the conventions of the genre in a way only possible when the audience is deeply experienced in the genre. And, earlier at 7.25, GS5, more of a straightforward criminal investigation affair, but with strong infusions of MI5, international conspiracy etc. In the cinema—who can help knowing that From Russia, with Love is the most successful film ever shown in Britain, and that later this year James Bond will become a double agent in a sense he never suspected, with two different incarnations of himself on the screens at once?

    Why, or why now? Partly, no, doubt, because the Rosenberg trial, Khokhlov’s testimony, the Blake and Vassall affairs, have come to put a more realistic and immediate complexion on what, in the days of Sapper and E. Phillips Oppenheim had been holiday reading fantasy. Then, in quite a different direction, one I don’t actually care for much, there is the possibility that the secret-agent persona is peculiarly attractive to the common, conforming mid-century citizen, who can see himself in his daydreams as very uncommon indeed, passing muster as one of the herd but, inside, a lone individual, hard, ruthless, cruel, knowing what nobody else knows…Maybe. But cultural causes for cultural phenomena are always preferable. I think Mr.
    Ian Fleming has done most to infect us with the bug.

    Admitting publicly to enjoyment of Mr. Fleming’s works draws just the same kind of disgusted hostility, the same accusations of anti-cultural affectation, or commitment, as claiming to like jazz did 10 years ago. (Not any more, though, unless Mr. Paul Johnson happens to be of the company. Interesting that that polymorphous backwoodsman—still stuck with the Choral Symphony at the age of 16—should have launched in this journal the first really violent attack on Mr. Fleming back in 1958.) Well, I am not deterred. The man who wrote the bridge-game scene in Moonraker, the assassination-planning scene in From Russia, with Love, the beach scene at the beginning of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and the ski-pursuit later in the same book is a good writer whether you like it or not.

    Mr. Fleming is firmly in the older, free-associating, cloak-and-dagger tradition, but bolts his fantasy down equally firmly with a lot of documentary detail. Agreed, Thunderball, for instance, couldn’t happen. Even if there, are global criminal cartels like SPECTRE they could’'t hijack a Nato bomber, with nuclear bombs on board and use the bombs to blackmail the Western governments for a billion pounds. But if they could, they would use for the hijacking someone exactly like Col. Giuseppe Petacchi, who would have surrendered himself and his Focke-Wulf 200 to the Allies in World War II just as described, and would contemplate buying with his share of the loot the very Ghia-bodied 3,500 GT Maserati we are told about. That’s what all those brand names, which Mr. Fleming’s detractors get into such a state over, are doing there: linkage with reality, intrinsic interest, and efficient characterization-shorthand—if Petacchi had been the sort to covet a Rolls, or a souped-up Fiat 500, he might well not have gone along with the scheme.

    The latest installment i]You Only Live Twice[/i is the most fantastic so far. Bond, widowed at the end of the last one, has slid further down the slope of Byronic self-destruction he started on at the beginning of Thunderball. It takes all the efforts of Sir James Molony, the famous neurologist (now a Nobel Prizewinner), to talk that old reptile M into allotting Bond a new assignment; persuading the Japanese Secret Service to give him the Russian Far Eastern signals traffic they have been deciphering for the last year. Remustered out of the 00 section as 7777, Bond goes off to Japan and spends over half the book finding out and being told about the place - the kami-kaze, the samurai, the haiku, the bushido, and of course the geisha—before getting down to business. This consists of killing a certain Dr. Shatterhand in his remote, closely guarded fortress as a favour to the Japanese and a demonstration that the British are not so effete as everybody thinks. In return, the contents of the Russian file will be handed over.

    Shatterhand turns out to be someone markedly unamiable whom we have met before. He operates a garden full of meticulously itemised poisonous trees in which Japanese intruders are continually committing suicide—an odd way of life for a man determined, we are told, to evade notice. He cuts an impressive figure in the medieval chain-armour he adopts as protection against the various lethal thorns, and the garden bits are strange and chilling. But Bond wins too easily, and the trees don't get a fair crack at him. They are not a suitable mechanism for an action story in the way Mr. Fleming’s cars arid casinos and underwater exploits are. You don’t get chased by the Jamaica dogwoods and you can't gamble with the St Ignatius’s beans. When Bond recovers his memory—he gets a bullet-wound in the head while escaping by helium balloon—and makes his intended trip to Vladivostok, things should look up. Colonel-General Grubozaboyschikov, late of SMERSH, must have some scores to payoff.

    An interest in realism turns up when a genre is past its first youth: Stories about daily lunar life and routine come along after 30 years of moon-monsters; Chief Inspector Barlow of Z Cars replaces Lord Peter Wimsey (not before time). Wherever they may end up, Messrs. John le Carré and Len Deighton start off with some concern to tell the truth about the Secret Service. They agree in their different ways that it’s a dirty game, a conclusion which Mr. Fleming, on the evidence of his novels, would never assent to. Dangerous, devious, coarsening, hardening, yes, but it’s Her Majesty's Secret Service we’re dealing with. No matter: who reads Sapper for the ideology? The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, Mr. le Carré’s third and best novel so far, not only portrayed the game as unrelievedly dirty but made you wonder if you had ever realized before how dirty dirty games could be. His first i]Call for the Dead[/i, now reissued in paperback, is no more cheerful in sum, though it shows a considerable flair for mildly non-U dialogue and an informed interest in snobbery. A civil servant who knows he is only very mildly suspected of having been a communist while at Oxford seems to have committed suicide because of it. If he really did, why did he arrange for an early telephone call on the morning after the fatal evening? Or perhaps his wife arranged it for herself. But she is an insomniac. An espionage plot begins to emerge, with a violent denouement.

    The initial situation about the suicide recalls the whodunit, and it is thence that Mr. le Carré’s work partly derives. His second novel, A Murder of Quality, was squarely in the line of the traditional detective story. This ancestry perhaps explains his tendency, not finally curbed even in his third book, to overload his story with mystifications. The real fault of Call for the Dead, however, is that the relations between the suicide and his wife are taken far enough for us to need to understand them, and no further. But the bad and horrid men and horrid events are really bad and horrid.

    Notes for students: 1) Mr. le Carré’s M, one Maston, is openly devious and unsympathetic—contempt for one’s chief is almost the distinguishing badge of the newer school; 2) the principal agent, George Smiley, has trouble with his conscience, and 3) is also unlike Bond in being physically unimpressive, “bewildered and mole-like behind his spectacles,” more like Chesterton’s Father Brown than anyone Mr. Connery could play; 4) readers of The Spy Who will want to know that the present book tells what the diabolical Mundt did before he went back to East Germany.

    Compared with Mr. Deighton, though, Mr. le Carré is as limpid as Black Beauty. I couldn’t read Horse Under Water and had tough sledding with The Ipcress File. The endless twists and turns of the plot, the systematic withholding of clues and even of transitions, are made doubly harassing by a style of dialogue, shared by all the characters, whereby the line of argument disappears under allusions, wisecracks, disembodied reflections. At one evidently crucial point the hero, who for some inscrutable reason is left nameless, is given the chance of buying a secret file off a colleague. I couldn’t make out whether the hero angrily took the deal or angrily turned it down, only that he was angry, and I wasn’t too clear about why, either.

    A summary of the general drift would require from me the kind of rereading normally accorded an examination set-book. There is something about an atom bomb, I think it was, and brainwashing, and a high-up agent going double, or turning out at the end to have gone double earlier. Meanwhile we have had all too much of the hero’s chippy knowingness, which sees to it that a coffee-bar or an airport is never just a coffee-bar or an airport, but of those coffee-bars, one of those airports: the idiom of a man who has been everywhere already and didn’t like it the first time.

    The whole thing is supposedly told to the Minister of Defence, who at an early stage makes what I thought was a reasonable request for enlightenment over some detail. The hero answers with his usual humility:

    “It’s going to be very difficult for me if I have to answer questions as I go along,” I said.
    “If it’s all the same to you, Minister, I’d prefer you to make a note of the questions, and ask me afterwards.”
    “My dear chap, not another word, I promise.”
    And throughout the entire explanation he never again interrupted.


    I know why. He was asleep.
  • caractacus pottscaractacus potts Orbital communicator, level 10Posts: 3,907MI6 Agent
    thanks Revelator!
    I've read Call for the Dead, and he's right, it's more of a murder mystery than a spy story.
    I like how Amis avoided the really important spoiler in YOLT even though he actually gives way the ending ... and yet again he's speculating on his own version of what should happen in Vladisvostock, completely different than the story Fleming would ultimately tell.

    what's this all about?
    ...later this year James Bond will become a double agent in a sense he never suspected, with two different incarnations of himself on the screens at once...
    Feldman's Casino Royale wouldn't come out for another three years. Is he perhaps talking about Thunderball? was McClory seriously working on his own independent production at this stage, and was this something the general public would have been aware of? how far did McClory get before he finally decided to collaborate with the regular team? Amis seems to think some competing Bond product was close to completion in 1964.
  • BarbelBarbel ScotlandPosts: 36,053Chief of Staff
    McClory initially intended to film TB without Eon (this would be in 1964) and was considering Richard Burton (among others) to play Bond. When these plans fell through he went into partnership with Broccoli & Saltzman. His earlier attempts after gaining the film rights were well-publicised, often by himself, but never close to completion and Amis would have been aware of them.
  • caractacus pottscaractacus potts Orbital communicator, level 10Posts: 3,907MI6 Agent
    McClory must of been some kind of all-persuasive bluffer for Amis to believe he would have a competing Bond movie in the theatres by the end of the year, when he didn't even have a lead actor actually hired.
    That would of been some low budget rush job Thunderball if it had happened, can you imagine what it would have looked like?
    I'm glad we got the big budget bloated version in our reality.
  • The Domino EffectThe Domino Effect Posts: 3,631MI6 Agent
    McClory must of been some kind of all-persuasive bluffer ...

    I do get the impression that charm (blarney?) was perhaps McClory's greatest talent.
  • Silhouette ManSilhouette Man The last refuge of a scoundrelPosts: 8,644MI6 Agent
    McClory must of been some kind of all-persuasive bluffer ...

    I do get the impression that charm (blarney?) was perhaps McClory's greatest talent.

    Well, he was Irish... :D
    "The tough man of the world. The Secret Agent. The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).
  • caractacus pottscaractacus potts Orbital communicator, level 10Posts: 3,907MI6 Agent
    aside from the McClory digression (my fault, and there's plenty other threads for that)...

    once again we get a clue for how Amis woulda written, or rewritten, ...Golden Gun if he wanted to!
    Here he's speculating how Fleming will resolve that cliffhanger, without having yet seen the as-yet-unwritten manuscript.
    In the previously posted review of ...Golden Gun he actually expanded on that speculation, saying this, this and this is what should have happened. Also he identifies some of the weaknesses in the novel, and how he had hoped Fleming would have dealt with those had he had lived. Not enough gourmet meals, being one surprising detail as I recall. And of course the desire to see the homosexuality/pistol fetishism angle actually developed in the plot.
    In the ...Dossier there was some overlapping criticisms, as well as his general formula for how he understood Fleming's books to have worked.
    Then in Colonel Sun we can see his understanding of that formula put into practice, plus certain personal twists all his own: much more political debate, very leisurely travelogue content, graphic torture, more graphic description of the women's anatomy plus slightly more explicit, even kinky sex.

    There's enough clues there, almost like a math equation ... an ambitious fanfic writer could write their own version of how Amis's version of ...Golden Gun woulda gone! it might even require two volumes to accommodate the action packed escape from Russia and the kinkier Scaramanga plotline.
  • philpogphilpog Posts: 51MI6 Agent
    what's this all about?
    ...later this year James Bond will become a double agent in a sense he never suspected, with two different incarnations of himself on the screens at once...
    Feldman's Casino Royale wouldn't come out for another three years. Is he perhaps talking about Thunderball?

    Feldman did try to get a serious version of Casino Royale produced around that time using Ben Hecht's screenplay, and I'm fairly certain it was announced in the trades.
  • onemonk909onemonk909 Posts: 65MI6 Agent
    Thanks so much for posting this, Revelator! It's awesome that you share stuff like this with everyone after going to all the trouble of hunting it down.

    Man, I wish Amis had revised the Dossier into like a 500-page missive on Bond...I could read his thoughts on Fleming's work all day. Interesting that he wasn't as fond of the climax of YOLT...I recall being VERY caught up in it when I read it as a 12 year old, too many years ago...really looking forward to reading it again someday soon. Amis's comments definitely have me looking forward to it. But I just finished DAD so it's going to be a while until I get to YOLT...
  • onemonk909onemonk909 Posts: 65MI6 Agent
    aside from the McClory digression (my fault, and there's plenty other threads for that)...

    once again we get a clue for how Amis woulda written, or rewritten, ...Golden Gun if he wanted to!
    Here he's speculating how Fleming will resolve that cliffhanger, without having yet seen the as-yet-unwritten manuscript.
    In the previously posted review of ...Golden Gun he actually expanded on that speculation, saying this, this and this is what should have happened. Also he identifies some of the weaknesses in the novel, and how he had hoped Fleming would have dealt with those had he had lived. Not enough gourmet meals, being one surprising detail as I recall. And of course the desire to see the homosexuality/pistol fetishism angle actually developed in the plot.
    In the ...Dossier there was some overlapping criticisms, as well as his general formula for how he understood Fleming's books to have worked.
    Then in Colonel Sun we can see his understanding of that formula put into practice, plus certain personal twists all his own: much more political debate, very leisurely travelogue content, graphic torture, more graphic description of the women's anatomy plus slightly more explicit, even kinky sex.

    There's enough clues there, almost like a math equation ... an ambitious fanfic writer could write their own version of how Amis's version of ...Golden Gun woulda gone! it might even require two volumes to accommodate the action packed escape from Russia and the kinkier Scaramanga plotline.

    Yes, I also enjoy how Amis outlines how he thinks the whole Russia thing could've gone down. I guess the only issue is, there was no "great escape," or whatever it was he envisioned for Bond -- as we know from the opening of TMWTGG, the dude had been Manchurian Candidated when he left Russia. So if there WAS an escape, it was just an attempt that failed...

    It's curious none of the continuation authors have attempted to fill in this missing chapter of the Bond saga. I myself, not that anyone asked, even once outlined a story of the whole "Russian brainwashing" saga, inspired by many of the comments I'd read on this very forum. And of course in my outline the whole programming was overseen by a hotstuff Russian babe, who would present herself as the ultimate "Bondgirl" to the drugged-out captive Bond...all of it leaning on the real-world brainwashing stuff going on in the '60s, as evidenced in the creepy Sirhan Sirhan stuff with the RFK assassination. I thought it would be a fun way to "take the piss" (as the British say) out of the series staples while at the same time honoring them....anyway it was a fun pipe dream.

    The only issue is there's no "happy ending" for the tale, as we know that Bond leaves Russia programmed to kill M. Interesting too that Amis's CS is all about Bond saving M, as if repaying this debt.
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