In response to Matt Damon's recent snorts about the evils of James Bond, Mark Steyn takes us down memory lane with one of his older columns reviewing a book on 007. An excerpt:
Though he refers to “a sort of paroxysm of national self-loathing”, he would appear to be the principal evidence of it. And even then you vaguely suspect that he’s faking it. There are, broadly speaking, three reactions to Bond: those who dislike him; those who love him; and those who love him but feel obliged to deplore all the frightful imperialism, racism, alcoholism, chain smoking, snobbery, profoundly unsafe sex, etc. Winder elects to join this last category, which makes the book a glummer read than it ought to be, a kind of Doctor No But...
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