Looking over my Goodreads page, I was shocked to learn that the number of books I read this year precipitously dropped 70% compared to 2013. But that seems like a fair trade-off for gaining 11 levels in online Boggle. Since I never manage to read new books, here are the most interesting ones from any year that I finished in 2014.
I don’t have many opportunities to call things “jaunty,” so I’ll call this book a jaunty defense of Ian Fleming’s work, the kind you’d hear passionately laid out from one fanboy to another after several beers’ worth of debate in an alternate universe where all fanboys are Kingsley Amis, Stephen Fry, and Mark Gatiss as Mycroft Holmes. Like any good fanboy defense, and there aren’t any, Kingsley’s repeatedly turns into a mitigation, admitting to and excusing some of the worst qualities of Fleming’s work. This becomes a tad unbearable when Amis tries to mount a defense for, say, casual racism. But the rest of the time his lengthy essay is astute and harmless and a good time for anyone who’s read all of the original Bond books and wants some light critique of them, i.e. no one (barring me and some pasty men who died when Roger Moore still had human skin).