The fundamental problem with Ian Fleming’s Bond works is the relationship between the eponymous agent and his employer. I will grant some realism to the string of relationships with other agents, provided the agency reacts negatively in-universe. But to use the State’s resources so extravagantly, only to return with subpar intelligence, when a ‘good’ agent should return with priceless information after using minimal supplies? (I’m not sure what Doctor Bashir sees so attractive in him.)
This, and Doctor Bashir refuses to acknowledge that the stories follow a formulaic narrative pattern and therefore, when read in quick succession, read very much like a repetitive epic. Perhaps he’s embarrassed?
#yes I have been drinking why do you ask#it improves book club nights immensely#never mind that the doctor has requested I leave#I finished the reading and would like to share my opinions#believe me this is a much more meaningful critique than either Ms Dax or Mr O'Brien gave
I do always come back to these books, because the good doctor never stops praising them.
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