Live and Let Die by Ian Fleming (Perma Books, 1956)
The James Bond in these old Ian Fleming books is not the James Bond we have seen on the screen — not the suave Sean Connery, the smooth Roger Moore, the geeky George Lazenby, or the swarthy Timothy Dalton. Pierce Bronson has come close, especially when he was tortured by the Korean military, and Daniel Craig is probably the closet interpretation of the Fleming Bond.
The original James Bond was not as dashing and full of Brtish aplomb…he was an ex Navy special ops guy, a crude killer who had a drinking problem, touched on with the Bronson character when it was mentioned he had liver damage from boozing it up, and he had to slug down a few shots of Smirnoff to steavy his nerves…the Fleming Bond sometimes had erectile problems from his drinking and could not love up te ladies like he does in the movies (going to just one lay in te 90s, since Bond could not be so promiscious in the time of AIDS).
The Fleming Bond was the British answer to Mike Hammer — a tough killer and lover. In To Live and Let Die, there is a torture scene where Bond gets his fingers broken. In the film, it almost looks like it might happen, that Roger Moore may lose a few fingers, but that does not happen…in Hollywood, how can Bond beat the bad guys and romance Solitare and Octopussy and Pussy Galore, et al, missing fingers?