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on the Farmâ.
This restaurant features briefly in a Secret Service thriller of mine entitled LIVE AND LET DIE, but I âimprovedâ their slogan into âThe Eggs we serve Tomorrow are still in the Hensâ.
On Monday I was in New York and my American publishers told me that, for the American edition, they were reverting to the original slogan in order to avoid letters of correction from New Yorkers. So I was all the more delighted to read on my return to London that my version has been rescued for posterity by a thriller-addicted grocer in Dublin!
TO MR. CHARLES BROWNHILL, 1 Warwick Avenue, Bedford
In very neat handwriting schoolboy Charles Brownhill wrote to say how much he had enjoyed
Live and Let Die.
He had never written to an author (though he had once completed an Enid Blyton competition) and he was
keen to get his hands on
Casino Royale
even if it meant disrupting his A levels
.
26th May, 1955
Thank you very much indeed for your letter of May 24th which gave me a great deal of pleasure.
Authors are always pleased to get such praise from one of their readers just as I expect you will be when you see your marks in the Advanced Level Certificate!
I have just published a new thriller called MOONRAKER, which I hope will give you as much fun as LIVE AND LET DIE.
Again with many thanks for your kind thought in writing.
TO RICHARD USBORNE, 10 âFirlandsâ, Ellesmere Road, Weybridge, Surrey
To appease his obstreperous author, Cape made a lucrative deal with Foyleâs bookshop for a Book Club edition whereby 20,000 copies of
Live and Let Die
were to be published by their subsidiary World Books. Richard Usborneâs review, which first appeared as a puff in âWorld Booksâ Broadsheetâ, featured prominently on the dust jacket. It touched a chord with Fleming, who feared comparison with his literary contemporaries.
6th July, 1956
I have just seen your very kindly review of âLive and Let Dieâ in the âWorld Books Broadsheetâ.
You have always understood that my object in writing these books is to entertain, and you are one of the few reviewers who seem to understand this lowly objective and you never tell me that I ought to be writing like somebody else, which is what depresses me about some critics.
I remember that, in a previous review, you wrote that you would like to hear more about Smersh. The message got through and you may beinterested to know that the next volume in the collected works, provisionally entitled âFrom Russia with Loveâ, deals with an attempt by Smersh to destroy Bond. In fact, the first half of the book takes the reader entirely into the Smersh camp.
I donât know how the book will do and many will certainly find the inner workings of Smersh rather slow-going, but at any rate I feel that I have made an attempt to pay off a debt of gratitude to one of James Bondâs most kindly sustainers.
TO MISS JOAN HOARE, 33 Monkridge, Crouch End Hill, N.8
Miss Joan Hoare said she hadnât enjoyed a book so much since reading Bulldog Drummond at the age of fourteen. But, âin a spirit of constructive criticismâ, she felt obliged to point out that it was Balmain, not Dior, who produced the perfume âVent Vertâ.
âI venture to write because in the âBroadsheetâ accompanying the book you say you take a real interest in avoiding such mistakes [. . .]. It can well be imagined that a modern thriller gains effect from references to the latest fashions in living & I would suggest that any lady of your acquaintance with the requisite âsavoir vivreâ would surely be only too delighted to help you check your slips in the feminine field.â
21st October, 1958
Thank you very much for your charming letter of October 17th and for all the kind things you have to say.
Of course you are quite right about the Vent Vert. This egregious slip was picked up by many sapient females at the time of its
This restaurant features briefly in a Secret Service thriller of mine entitled LIVE AND LET DIE, but I âimprovedâ their slogan into âThe Eggs we serve Tomorrow are still in the Hensâ.
On Monday I was in New York and my American publishers told me that, for the American edition, they were reverting to the original slogan in order to avoid letters of correction from New Yorkers. So I was all the more delighted to read on my return to London that my version has been rescued for posterity by a thriller-addicted grocer in Dublin!
TO MR. CHARLES BROWNHILL, 1 Warwick Avenue, Bedford
In very neat handwriting schoolboy Charles Brownhill wrote to say how much he had enjoyed
Live and Let Die.
He had never written to an author (though he had once completed an Enid Blyton competition) and he was
keen to get his hands on
Casino Royale
even if it meant disrupting his A levels
.
26th May, 1955
Thank you very much indeed for your letter of May 24th which gave me a great deal of pleasure.
Authors are always pleased to get such praise from one of their readers just as I expect you will be when you see your marks in the Advanced Level Certificate!
I have just published a new thriller called MOONRAKER, which I hope will give you as much fun as LIVE AND LET DIE.
Again with many thanks for your kind thought in writing.
TO RICHARD USBORNE, 10 âFirlandsâ, Ellesmere Road, Weybridge, Surrey
To appease his obstreperous author, Cape made a lucrative deal with Foyleâs bookshop for a Book Club edition whereby 20,000 copies of
Live and Let Die
were to be published by their subsidiary World Books. Richard Usborneâs review, which first appeared as a puff in âWorld Booksâ Broadsheetâ, featured prominently on the dust jacket. It touched a chord with Fleming, who feared comparison with his literary contemporaries.
6th July, 1956
I have just seen your very kindly review of âLive and Let Dieâ in the âWorld Books Broadsheetâ.
You have always understood that my object in writing these books is to entertain, and you are one of the few reviewers who seem to understand this lowly objective and you never tell me that I ought to be writing like somebody else, which is what depresses me about some critics.
I remember that, in a previous review, you wrote that you would like to hear more about Smersh. The message got through and you may beinterested to know that the next volume in the collected works, provisionally entitled âFrom Russia with Loveâ, deals with an attempt by Smersh to destroy Bond. In fact, the first half of the book takes the reader entirely into the Smersh camp.
I donât know how the book will do and many will certainly find the inner workings of Smersh rather slow-going, but at any rate I feel that I have made an attempt to pay off a debt of gratitude to one of James Bondâs most kindly sustainers.
TO MISS JOAN HOARE, 33 Monkridge, Crouch End Hill, N.8
Miss Joan Hoare said she hadnât enjoyed a book so much since reading Bulldog Drummond at the age of fourteen. But, âin a spirit of constructive criticismâ, she felt obliged to point out that it was Balmain, not Dior, who produced the perfume âVent Vertâ.
âI venture to write because in the âBroadsheetâ accompanying the book you say you take a real interest in avoiding such mistakes [. . .]. It can well be imagined that a modern thriller gains effect from references to the latest fashions in living & I would suggest that any lady of your acquaintance with the requisite âsavoir vivreâ would surely be only too delighted to help you check your slips in the feminine field.â
21st October, 1958
Thank you very much for your charming letter of October 17th and for all the kind things you have to say.
Of course you are quite right about the Vent Vert. This egregious slip was picked up by many sapient females at the time of its
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