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Licensed to feel: The new James Bond fusses over furnishings and sprinkles talc

William Boyd's Solo, reviewed by Marcus Berkmann

5 October 2013

9:00 AM

5 October 2013

9:00 AM

Solo Wiliam Boyd

Cape, pp.336, £18.99, ISBN: 9780224097475

First, an appalling admission: I have never read any of Ian Fleming’s Bond books. Nor have I read any of anybody else’s, the number of which seems to grow with each passing year. For a civilised man of a certain age this is a shameful oversight, given that I have seen all but three of the 23 films in the cinema, many of them at the Odeon, Leicester Square within days of their opening; that I can’t put on a dinner jacket without wondering whether Sean Connery would look better in it; and that I still own a copy, on...

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