This book still works as a violent, trashy, thriller with a hero ever bit as ludicrous and over-the-top as the villan. I am sure part of the appeal for some is the depiction of a wonderfully self-centred, male world where real men smoked 60-a-day, ate lobster thermidor with a good Burgundy, saved the world and still had enough left in the tank to shag a gorgeous, grateful blonde all night. Even in the 1960s, this must have been a fantasy…
This book still works as a violent, trashy, thriller with a hero ever bit as ludicrous and over-the-top as the villan. I am sure part of the appeal for some is the depiction of a wonderfully self-centred, male world where real men smoked 60-a-day, ate lobster thermidor with a good Burgundy, saved the world and still had enough left in the tank to shag a gorgeous, grateful blonde all night. Even in the 1960s, this must have been a fantasy…