I was lulled into buying this book by the seductive cover. Don't get fooled like me. ( )

Interesting and amusingly written personal musings on the possible socio-cultural impact of Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels and the subsequent films, with respect to Britain’s view of itself and its place in the world following World War II and the collapse of Empire.
Would have been slightly improved by the author reining in his obvious like of excessively long and complex sentences, which occasionally needed two or three readings to unpack.
I spluttered in indignation at the exhortation (around page 223) to readers not to buy soundtrack albums … but that’s just me. ( )

The Man Who Saved Britain
A Personal Journey into the Distrubing World of james Bond
Author: Simon Winder
Publisher: Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux
Published In: New York
Date: 2006
Pgs: 285

REVIEW MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Summary:
A shattered great power ensconced in the post-World War II ruin. A proud world power brought low. In this world, Ian Fleming created an alternate world of secret British greatness and glamor. In Bond’s world, Britain was a player, The Player. Fleming via Bond has his say on much of the world in that era; sex, the monarchy, food, class, America, etc. This novel explores the Bondian influence on postwar Britain. Agent 007 reporting. Bond...James Bond.

Genre:
Autobiography and memoir
Behind the Scenes
Classics
Film
History
Literary criticism
Non-fiction
Society
War

Why this book:
It’s Bond...James Bond.
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Favorite Character:
James Bond, even though he isn’t exactly favorably disposed of here, despite being one of the author’s favorite characters.

Least Favorite Character:
Great Britain

The Feel:
The narrative feels almost angry about pulling the curtain back and looking in on the great and powerful Oz, though whether Oz is Bond, Fleming, or the Britain of the era or some combination of all three isn’t necessarily spelled out. Almost like, the author found more and considered more than he was initially prepared to do when he started the process.

Bond stands in contrast. He is from the Britain that they, both the author and the people of Britain who were his first fans, seem to wish existed rather than the one that actually existed during that time.

Favorite Scene:
The author’s mother sitting on the steps of her home in London during the Blitz eating a honey sandwich as planes fly overhead on their way to or from the Battle of Britain.

Where the author is describing the experience of snorkelling after reading the scuba scenes in Bond books…
If someone goes into a tropical sea in a Bond novel the narrative demands the immediate presence of some dangerous fish. Indeed, it would be a banal disgrace if there were not one - just as Bond cannot talk to a girl without having sex with her or enter a casino without winning big. Most unfortunately this has so raised the bar for anyone entering the water as to make the actual experience a bit woeful.
...same with walking into a casino. Standing at a baccarat table in a casino on an American Indian Reservation, while awesome, is not Monte Carlo or wherever Bond happens to be playing. We were spoiled by the fiction, I think.

Pacing:
This book is very well paced. The author bends words in a wonderful way. I have misgivings about the way the book points at and elaborates on its central premise, but it is extremely well written.

Plot Holes/Out of Character:
The author’s characterization of British children of the 70s being more warpornish than kids in other countries is mistake. When he describes setting up toy soldiers and fighting mock battles, he could have been with my brother and I in Lake Dallas, Texas and our armies gathered along both sides of a small drainage in the backyard as we start throwing small rocks, sorry...bullets and mortars, across the ditch at the opposing armies. Warporn may be a generational thing or it may be hardwired into us as a species, but it is assuredly not just a British 50s, 60s, 70s childhood phenomena.

When the author describes the Bond books or Bond as a character, I can feel the rose colored glasses that I’ve always viewed both through falling from my eyes. They are very much a part of their time. Reading about the books when the author summarizes them and comments on them feels a lot like watching sausage be made. I know that Daniel Craig’s Bond in the movies is a more evolved and up-to-date version of the character with the old sensibilities being a flavoring rather than the whole dinner. This may be what saves Bond from the trashbin of history where characters like Matt Helm have fallen.

Hmm Moments:
Is it just me or is this a damned odd paragraph?
As a memoir, this book is fragmentary and scraped together from very slightly interesting bits and bobs. My life has just not been melodramatic enough to take up more than a few pages. I had a cheerful childhood packed with affection, no specific features to incite sympathy and no adventures to speak of. As history it will anger many, filled as it is with shocking generalizations and lack of documentation. I share that anger. This book was written in large part because I want to convey, perhaps in an overdrawn form, some of the ways in which Britain has changed-and by following James Bond show some of a vanished world which he in various ways pulled together.

I get the point of it. So I guess it’s all good. But, the paragraph strikes me as odd. Sort of a introduction denouement.

The author’s comparison of the perception of the last statesmen of the portraiture era vs the first statesmen of the radio and television era is spot on. We look at the last and see vibrant colors and artists bringing the heroic into focus vs the last appearing as staticy, flitty, sound and black and white images that make them seem small and comic opera. This perception is fed by the media of the images and sounds as much as the history that is known about the characters.

The exploration of Bond’s possible literary forebears is interesting; Rohmer’s Fu Manchu novels, Hope’s Prisoner of Zenda, and Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines.

The idea of postwar Britain as a stuffed cobra and a front room full of bric-a-brac, tourist trap tchotchke crap from the vanishing empire is well presented

One of his commentaries on Conservatives in the postwar British period could have been his speaking on America in the modern day.
Britain was left with a zany system in which the MPs of the Conservative Party, who ruled cumulatively for thirty-five years from 1945, would not themselves have dreamed of using either the public health system or public transport (beyond first class carriages on trains) and would have been socially ostracized if they had sent their children to state schools. This left a long lasting, very peculiar split where the Conservatives, often blue blooded figures of astonishing dimness or over-articulate fatalism, continued to attract support from a broad base - partly aspirational but also, and more important, bitter and angry about the whirlwind ruining their world.

This is a vision of a Britain that I’ve never really been cognizant of, or more properly, I knew of, but this is a depth and flavor to it that I was not aware existed.

Why isn’t there a screenplay?
A screenplay on a book about the history and culture of Britain told through the filter of James Bond...better to watch the Bond films and read the Fleming books. Though I warn you now, they are becoming more and more dated as the years slide passed.

Casting call:
Connery will always be my Bond. I really liked Craig and Brosnan. Moore and Dalton were okay. Was never a Lazenby or Niven guy.

I believe wholeheartedly that Idris Elba should be James Bond. He’d be freaking awesome. Dreamcasting there. And that James Bond should be the cover identity given to the top spy in Britain. 007 should be legion. Always only one, but always evolving with the times and becoming something new.
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Last Page Sound:
At the end, this piece of nonfiction is the author coming to terms with what his country is and where its at. Amazingly well written. I didn’t like it. but I’m glad I read it. I didn’t like it because it showed me a Britain that isn’t the fantasy that has lived in my head for forever. It is hard to have the lies we tell ourselves brought out into the light and exposed. I’ll never be able to re-read the Bond novels again after this. And that’s okay. This is going to color my experience with those novels and the movies. And that’s okay. Sometimes, the braces have to fall away.

Author Assessment:
Mr Winder sounds in the introduction like he doesn’t like Britain, like he’s disgusted with the Britain that existed in the mid-World War interregnum. And he doesn’t sound like he likes Ian Fleming very much. Though in truthfulness, the way Fleming is described here, I doubt that I would have liked him either.

Winder’s style is interesting and feels personal.

Though the story purports to be about Bond, the world he created and that he was created by and that he is mentioned on every other page, this is tangentially at best about Bond and is more along the lines of a diatribe against what Britain was and what she became in the 1900s. The book is anti-royalist, anti-Conservative, anti-Labour, and is essentially anti-British. This isn’t a love story to the Britain that existed across this era.

I love the way this is written. But there is a bit of feeling like I am being made to look at myself naked in the mirror or to stare at my own feet. Confronting your foibles through the writing of someone else and having a hero be undressed in this fashion is jarring.

Case by case basis, I would absolutely give anything else written by this author a look.

Editorial Assessment:
Could have benefited from the editor drawing the narrative back onto the path a time or three, especially in the introductory chapter.

Knee Jerk Reaction:
glad I read it

Disposition of Book:
Irving Public Library
Irving, TX

Would recommend to:
history buffs, the hardcore James Bond nerd, post war Britain aficionados
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Errata:
Ian Fleming once had an ongoing affair with the mother of Chris Blackwell. Chris Blackwell and Island Records helped bring Jamaican music out to the world. A ton of artists in many genres found their way through Island Records over the years. ( )

The Man Who Saved Britain is a hot mess of a book: chaotic, self-indulgent, sloppy, and – underneath it all – frequently brilliant and insightful. Any scholar or serious fan of the James Bond novels and films will probably be seized, at least once while reading it, with an urge to throw it across the room. Even so, every scholar and serious fan should read it.

Winder’s central insight is that the James Bond novels were, in complex and overlapping ways, deeply rooted in post-WWII British culture. They offered British readers – trapped in a nightmare of rationing, rubble-strewn cities, and reduced expectations – a fantasy life filled with fine food, expensive liquor, commitment-free sex, and exotic surroundings. They also offered the nation a geopolitical fantasy universe in which British power was undiminished and agents of Her Majesty’s Government held the fate of nations and governments in their hands. Winder elaborates the point by weaving together a careful assessment of Ian Fleming’s novels with an impressionistic portrait of Britain in the fifties and early sixties. Having read the novels in high school and studied the history in grad school, I found both strands of the argument compelling and Winder’s integration of them fascinating.

The good stuff is presented, however, in a zigzag style that is – to be charitable – a challenge to follow. Winder never seems to stay with a single thought for very long before he caroms off in a seemingly random direction to explore another, equally interesting one. That he often returns to the original thought, pages or entire chapters later, is some comfort, but not much. The good stuff is also wrapped in thick layers of authorial showboating: hyperbole, snark, and autobiographical digressions. Its worth wading through all this to get to the good stuff, but I found myself looking at the opposite wall of the room . . . and hefting the book with a gleam in my eye. ( )

Simon Winder explores the theory that the popularity of James Bond in Britain was caused by the collapse of the British Empire and Great Britain's economic downturn after World War II. In a relatively short time, Britain went from being the main player on the world stage to a fairly minor one. Brits needed a hero when all else seemed to be failing and falling apart. Doesn't entirely explain why he is so popular elsewhere in the world though. ( )