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Scully! Rebecca Traister speaks for me (no spoilers).
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astolat’s Queen of Spades is better: “In 1963, [Cyril] Connolly published a parody of Fleming in the London Magazine. ‘M” has conceived an illicit passion for 007, who is told to get himself done up in drag, go to a nightclup, and entice a kinky visiting KGB general, who turns out to be ‘M’ himself in disguise (‘I’m sorry, James,’ he says forlornly at the unmasking. ‘It was the only way I could get you,’ at which Bond’s ‘long rangy body flared out above his black silk panties,’ before he cuts his boss short: ‘I thought fellows like you shot themselves…. Have you got a gun—sir--?’).” Geoffrey Wheatcroft, Bondage.
Suzanne Brockmann, Force of Nature: Brockmann has a series of romantic thrillers with very large casts; I read this one because one of the two main pairings was Jules, the out and proud FBI agent, and Robin, the closeted and alcoholic Hollywood star who has, usefully, recently undergone SEAL training for his latest film. The other pairing is het. Brockmann’s dialogue often feels just a little bit better than real-life banter—this is praise, by the way; it’s the kind of dialogue one would like to have with one’s friends and one’s lover. The plots are byzantine, with a fair amount of violence, and in this case a helpful cameo from Evil Media. But really I read it because I hoped those two crazy kids would work it out.
I suspect
astolat’s Queen of Spades is better: “In 1963, [Cyril] Connolly published a parody of Fleming in the London Magazine. ‘M” has conceived an illicit passion for 007, who is told to get himself done up in drag, go to a nightclup, and entice a kinky visiting KGB general, who turns out to be ‘M’ himself in disguise (‘I’m sorry, James,’ he says forlornly at the unmasking. ‘It was the only way I could get you,’ at which Bond’s ‘long rangy body flared out above his black silk panties,’ before he cuts his boss short: ‘I thought fellows like you shot themselves…. Have you got a gun—sir--?’).” Geoffrey Wheatcroft, Bondage.Suzanne Brockmann, Force of Nature: Brockmann has a series of romantic thrillers with very large casts; I read this one because one of the two main pairings was Jules, the out and proud FBI agent, and Robin, the closeted and alcoholic Hollywood star who has, usefully, recently undergone SEAL training for his latest film. The other pairing is het. Brockmann’s dialogue often feels just a little bit better than real-life banter—this is praise, by the way; it’s the kind of dialogue one would like to have with one’s friends and one’s lover. The plots are byzantine, with a fair amount of violence, and in this case a helpful cameo from Evil Media. But really I read it because I hoped those two crazy kids would work it out.
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