I was at the Troy Public Library today and in the first parking spot closest to the entrance was a white pick-up truck with 2 hand-made signs reading:
“Save your Mayor…our 007”
Huh? The Mayor is our 007? A spy? Secret Agent? Commando? What is the meaning behind that sign?
Perhaps the truck owner feels that the Mayor is his secret agent against evil-doers in Troy. Perhaps he thinks she has infiltrated the city offices to spy and report back to people like him. (I say him because it seems likely.) Perhaps he likes the fact that 007was perceived as a “take no prisoners” type of person.
As I tried to understand what it meant, I decided to look up some information on 007 to see if there was some secret squirrel vision of Britain’s most famous spy.
Of course, when I think of James Bond I think of Sean Connery (not Roger Moore). I think of cool, suave, debonair and all man. So, how does this relate to the Mayor of Troy?
This is how 007’s persona is described by the author Ian Fleming himself, from one of his books and others. Very interesting and a bit telling, really.
“When I wrote the first one in 1953, I wanted Bond to be an extremely dull, uninteresting man to whom things happened; I wanted him to be a blunt instrument...when I was casting around for a name for my protagonist I thought by God, [James Bond] is the dullest name I ever heard.”
Ian Fleming, The New Yorker, 21 April 1962
“James Bond lives in a nightmarish world where laws are written at the point of a gun, where coercion and rape are considered valour and murder is a funny trick….Bond's job is to guard the interests of the property class, and he is no better than the youths Hitler boasted he would bring up like wild beasts to be able to kill without thinking.”
Yuri Zhukov, Pravda, 30 September 1965.
Regret was unprofessional—worse, it was a death-watch beetle in the soul.
Goldfinger, Chapter 1: Reflections in a Double Bourbon
His attitude went further, with Bond opining that homosexuals were “a herd of unhappy sexual misfits – barren and full of frustrations, the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied", adding that "he was sorry for them, but he had no time for them."
Fleming 2006d, p. 300.
“Welcome to Hell, Blofeld.” I must be dreaming.