tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post8712448594330605381..comments2023-11-17T11:08:31.857-06:00Comments on Michael May: The Man With the Golden Gun by Ian FlemingMichael Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12514945570212261283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post-73797784673085672212015-03-31T10:00:28.463-05:002015-03-31T10:00:28.463-05:00That's a beautiful, if heart-breaking point. I...That's a beautiful, if heart-breaking point. I may not have given Fleming enough credit by suggesting that he was dumbing down the series to more closely match the films. He was certainly capable of better than that and it makes me wistful to imagine where he might have taken Bond as he continued to mature.Michael Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12514945570212261283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857882.post-52187471212944803072015-03-29T09:01:35.138-05:002015-03-29T09:01:35.138-05:00I have stronger feelings about TMWTGG than you do....I have stronger feelings about TMWTGG than you do. I think it's the weakest novel in the series (other than the horrific Spy Who Loved Me) - ESPECIALLY coming after two of the best - OHMSS and You Only Live Twice. I loved what Fleming was doing with Bond in those 'September Of my Years' books. The first quarter of TMWTGG is solid and I agree, that brainwashing sequence is very suspenseful and interesting. But as soon as Bond gets his mission, it's all downhill from there. If Fleming had lived, I think he could have polished it up somewhat, but it's slight material and a placeholder of a book until the next epic... which never came. Fleming died SO young... just 56... imagine if he had lived just ten more years and written 8 or 9 more Bond novels taking him into the 1970's. It would have been fascinating, compelling stuff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com