A Very Un-PC Bond

I’d finished reading Saint yesterday so decided to pick up my bought-it-to-take-camping copy of Casino Royale for some lunchtime reading. I’ve only ever read one Bond book, Dr No. a few years back and had forgotten just how un-PC Ian Fleming was…

On page 13, Fleming writes of Bond: Then he lit his seventieth cigarette of the day. That’s right, super spy James Bond is gonna die of lung cancer, smoking his life away at the rate of seventy cigs a day!

And on page 33 Fleming lets off a sexist remark that would have him lynched today, again from the mind of Bond: And then there was this pest of a girl. He sighed. Women were for recreation. On the job, they got in the way.

Ouch.