Editorial Review Product Description This is no ordinary stranger: this man's name is Bond, James Bond. When Bond arrives in the Bahamas, the locals barely turn their heads, seeing another ex-pat with money to burn at the casino tables. But James Bond has more than money on his mind; he's got less than a week to find two stolen atom bombs hidden among the coral reefs. While acting the playboy, Bond meets Domino, sultry plaything of secretive treasure hunter Emilio Largo... ... Read more Customer Reviews (31)
Book's Best Line: "Authentic Blonde," Commented Leiter.
First published in March 1961, Ian Fleming's ninth James Bond book out of an eventual 14, "Thunderball," is one of the best of the bunch. Of all the books in the Bond canon, it is the one with the most complicated legal history regarding its authorship, film rights and royalties. Much has been written elsewhere regarding the complex litigious battles surrounding the book, and I will confine myself here to saying that "Thunderball" was originally written as a screenplay--by Fleming, Kevin McClory and Jack Whittingham--for what was to be the first Bond film. When this production deal fell through, Fleming wrote his novelization alone, leading to the aforementioned, decades-long brouhaha. This is an important book in the Bond series in that it introduces us, for the first time, to Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the criminal genius who would later figure in "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" and "You Only Live Twice" (the Blofeld Trilogy, Raymond Benson has called it), as well as the terrorist organization S.P.E.C.T.R.E. In the book, S.P.E.C.T.R.E. manages to hijack a NATO Vindicator aircraft and steal its two atomic bombs, with which it ransoms the U.S. and the U.K. for 100,000,000 pounds. Bond is sent by his boss, M, to the Bahamas on a hunch and there teams up with his old C.I.A. buddy Felix Leiter. They combat S.P.E.C.T.R.E.'s Emilio Largo, aided by his mistress, Domino, and ultimately (and I don't think I'm really spoiling anything for anyone at this late date), with the aid of 10 Navy frogmen, engage in an underwater dukeout with Largo's men as the first bomb is being laid.
The so-called Fleming effect (the author's ability to create a sense of absolute realism and engender complete credulity on the part of the reader by a laying on of convincing detail) is very much in evidence in this book; indeed, the amount of detail is really quite incredible. I hadn't read "Thunderball" since the '60s, and can't imagine how I managed to appreciate it back then; even now, I required the aid of a good atlas, a dictionary AND the Interwebs to investigate the 147 obscure references that I encountered therein. (Really, how many of us remember the "Ah, Bisto" gravy ad? John Griswold's "Annotations and Chronologies for Ian Fleming's Bond Stories" might indeed be a worthy investment!) The book comes off slightly dated in parts, with references to New Providence's Infield Road (now J.F.K. Drive), Diner's Club cards and the U.K.'s Ministry of Health (now the Department of Health), but the basic plot--a terrorist group laying its hands on nukes--is, sadly, more relevant and timely than ever. At one point, Bond muses that pretty soon, "every tin-pot little nation would be making atomic bombs in its backyards"; a bit of prescience on Fleming's part, five decades ago. The novel is swift moving and tense, with Bond constantly wondering if he's following a false lead and really mucking things up. The fondly remembered Shrublands section at the beginning, during which Bond goes for a rest cure, features some humorous moments, as Bond is almost converted to a healthy lifestyle! This soon changes as his difficult case begins; during his first day in Nassau, he consumes, by my count, a vodka tonic, two double martinis, a double bourbon old-fashioned, two more martinis and a stinger...10 mixed drinks! That's my James! Domino, it must be said, turns out to be one of the most appealing and spirited of the novels' "Bond girls," and Largo a worthy adversary. All in all, some extremely impressive work by Fleming.
Inevitably, comparisons to the 1965 filmization come to mind. (I will refrain from discussing the 1983 filmization, "Never Say Never Again," which is inferior to the 1965 picture in every department.) Although a book is most often fuller, richer and deeper than the film that follows, it turns out that in this case, both have their strengths. The "Thunderball" novel is certainly more realistic, especially as regards that climactic dukeout (mechanized underwater transports in the film; S.P.E.C.T.R.E. CO2 guns vs. Navy knives stuck on broom handles in the book). The slaying of Petacchi, the Italian airman who steals the Vindicator, is, I think, better in the film (a slit-air-tube drowning in the film vs. a quick knifing in the novel). The Shrublands sequence is far better and more sensible in the book, however; this section has always been hard to follow in the film...plus, I have always disliked Bond's sexual blackmailing of Patricia Fearing, his Shrublands nurse, in the picture. Bond's reconnaisance of Largo's hydrofoil yacht, the Disco Volante, is far superior in the novel, too; the film excises the entire, exciting sequence with that nasty barracuda. Bond's discovery of the sunken Vindicator is also far more effective and grisly in the book. In the film, Blofeld is never really seen (except for his lap and that darn cat!); in the novel, in a very fascinating section, we learn his complete background and history. "Thunderball" the movie tends to get a bit scattered and sluggish at times (don't get me wrong...it's still one of my personal top 100 films), whereas the book is quite compact and really moves! What the film does uniquely offer, to its credit, is a character not present in its source novel, and that is the S.P.E.C.T.R.E. assassin Fiona Volpe, memorably portrayed by Luciana Paluzzi. She is a wonderful character, and perhaps the best of the Bond "bad girls" (not counting Rosa Klebb, who I have trouble regarding as a "girl"!). "Thunderball" the movie is bigger than the book, perhaps inevitably, and a smashing entertainment (filmed for $9 million, the picture made almost $29 million and was the third top grosser of the year, after "Doctor Zhivago" and "The Sound of Music"), but is it better than the book? In all, I'd have to say no. The book is not perfect, and Fleming surprisingly makes a few flubs here and there (S.P.E.C.T.R.E. is said to have assassinated a French "heavy-water specialist" named Peringue in chapter 6, but in chapter 8, he is named Goltz, for example), but it sure is as entertaining as can be. "It is the sort of melodramatic nonsense people write about in thrillers," Domino tells Bond at one point, referring to one small part of his plan of action, but most readers shouldn't mind one bit, as the Fleming effect hurtles them along. This is some wonderful, exciting and classic stuff, indeed.
Funny, Charming and Interesting
"Thunderball", the ninth Bond novel, is the first of the "Blofeld Trilogy" (continued with "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" and concluded with "You Only Live Twice" intercepted by "The Spy Who Loved me").
The novel begins with M, MI6's head, sending James Bond, our hero, to a two week vacation in a health clinic due to poor health caused by lots of drinking and smoking sixty cigarettes a day.
Of course, nothing for our hero goes smoothly and his vacation is smudged by an assassination attempt by one of the other guests who just happen to be a member of the Red Lightning Tong criminal organization from Macau.
Bond feels better when returning to London, following a better diet and smoking less, only to find out that SPECTRE, headed by Ernst Stavro Blofeld, hired a Royal Air Force pilot named Petacchi to hijack some bombers with two nuclear bombs on board and fly them to the Bahamas where Emilio Largo (Blofeld's second in command) is waiting on his yacht.
Petacci is killed and the Americans and British launch operation Thunderball to recover the missing nukes assigns Bond, on a hunch) to the Bahamas where he meets his old CIA friend Felix Leiter.While in Nassau Bond meets our villains, villainesses and other characters while solving the mystery and saving the world.
I found "Thunderball" to be very enjoyable and well written.The novel is part mystery, part thriller, funny, charming and interesting.
Best of James Bond
This is my favorite in the series. Would be great if the films were as good as the books.
TF
City of Fire
Enter Blofeld
"Thunderball" was Ian Fleming's ninth published James Bond book, his first Bond novel published in the 1960s (1961), and the first to feature a threat residing not in Soviet Russia, but from a shadowy international conspiracy, known as SPECTRE and run by Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
"...he was one of those men - one meets perhaps only two or three in a lifetime - who seem almost to suck the eyes out of your head," Fleming writes of the enigmatic criminal mastermind, who goes here also by the alias "Number Two".
"Number One", for the moment, is Emilio Largo, one of Blofeld's underlings. Largo is Blofeld's selected leader for a plot which involves stealing two atomic bombs from a hijacked bomber and holding the world at ransom for 100 million British pounds in gold. Bond is sent to the Bahamas on a hunch by his superior M. There, 007 discovers Largo's operation and grows suspicious.
"Thunderball" makes good use of one of the best plots in the series, one Fleming worked on in script form with Jack Whittingham and Kevin McClory. The novel itself bears the unmistakable stamp of Fleming, weaving his usual descriptive magic with sunny tourist-trap landscapes and wondrous, deadly undersea scuba expeditions at night.
You also got to love the left-field opening. Bond is sent by M to get himself purged of what M considers a too-deadly lifestyle. Not the kill-or-be-killed missions M sends him on, but Bond's smoking, drinking, and consumption of rich foods. Off Bond goes to a health farm, Shrublands, where he ironically comes up against SPECTRE for the first time in the form of a wolfish minor player named Count Lippe. For a while, Bond even accepts the regimen, counseling his housekeeper May on the pitfalls of denatured or "dead" foods. Thankfully, Bond snaps out of his granola ecstasy after a final run-in with the Count.
"It just occurred to me that life's too short," he tells May. "Plenty of time to watch the calories when one goes to heaven."
The book Bond was always a different character from the more rogue-ish Bond of the movies. Prone to the blues, self-questioning (especially about whether Largo is worth his suspicions), and emotionally connected here with at least one of his lovers, Domino Vitali, Largo's kept woman who earns Bond's respect initially with her no-apologies lifestyle. Domino is one woman who takes her sex as opportunistically as any man, even Bond, but Bond senses she has a real heart worth protecting.
The story moves along quickly, much of it underwater. Bond wards off barracudas and sharks, dodges venom-tipped spears and grenades, and chews on Domino's foot when she steps on some sea-egg spines. The seduction is one of the best in the canon, especially when it's not clear who's doing the seducing.
"This is the first time I've eaten a woman," Bond says. "They're rather good."
The novel does sag in the last act, like "gobirds2" notes in another review here. Fleming seemed to have trouble ending his Bond novels. To this point, only "Casino Royale" and "From Russia With Love" had endings that lived up to their build-up. "Thunderball", unlike them, plays it rather straight, yet winds up rushed and convoluted anyway.
SPOILERS - Three problems with the story worth relating to those who have already read the book. One, why does Largo enlist the brother of his mistress to execute his deadly plan, risking the possibility someone might look for her as a result? Two, why does Bond trust her anyway after making this connection, which would seem to tie her in with Largo's plan? Three, why can't Bond have Largo's craft intercepted by the sizable Navy assets at his disposal, once Largo's plot is found to be underway, rather than attempt a more dangerous attack underwater? - END SPOILERS
I know, I know. It's Bond. If you ask too many questions, you're missing the point. Fortunately, "Thunderball" is the kind of novel that keeps those questions from being asked until after you are done reading it.
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Many people are familiar with the films about James Bond, the British spy with the `license to kill' running around in a world of glamour and high tech toys but in reading the books you enter a whole new world. The books bring to life the times and culture of the 50's and 60's that has since faded and also have the virtue of giving the reader insight into the mind of Bond, The doubts, fears and self recriminations that film can never capture.
Both book and film start with Bond being sent to Shrublands health Clinic for a detox' program. The film makes it look like a spa. In the book the reader feels the hunger pangs of people living on a grapefruit and carrot juice diet and a small feud with a former Chinese Tong member only serves to keep Bond's wits sharp. Then the criminal organization SPECTRE plans to steal 2 nuclear weapons from the RAF and then blackmail the world into paying them $100 million dollars. On only the thinnest of leads, M send his best man to the Bahamas with the hope he can find the bombs before the deadline is reached to pay up or else.
The book and movie follow almost parallel threads with a couple of significant differences. The movie has more violence and less reason for Bond to take an interest in the villain. In the movie he has an attractive mistress and is really a creepy guy. In the book Bond has more developed reasons for looking into Emil Largo and deeper issues with why Bond can't just shoot him and go home. Reader know that Largo is the bad guy but bond doesn't and he also has to deal with the fact he might be wrong and chasing a false lead.
The book also goes into detail of the wonderful scenery of the Bahamas in the early 1960's, the land of yachts and private beaches and nightclubs that you wish you could visit today. There are also well written scenes of scuba diving and a lecture from Bond's CIA contact to a cheating bartender on the proper way to mix a drink that is sterling.
Fleming truly knew the espionage business and his books, written during the cold war, reflect this, the dark gritty world of professional thugs just behind the glittering world of jet setting millionaires and estate houses. The film has more sex and violence the book, more color and atmosphere. The film may let you see the girls in bikinis on the beach, the book with let you feel the heat of the sun and the cool of the drinks while you watch them.
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