Just a quick note today to say I just reading yet another book on James Bond, 007. My masters may be finished, but I’m still intrigued with film. Reading books like ‘The Cultural Politics of 007’, a collection of essays looking into the books and films which I noted I was reading a few entries ago, only deepens that interest. I won’t even attempt to summarise the essays here, but what astounds me is the sheer breadth of perspectives they employ, from history to politics,from freud to marx. For instance, the final chapter, the one I just read, looks at Bond’s relevance in the era of the war on terror, pointing out some very interesting parallels between Blofeld and bin laden, both actual and symbolic. it would be fascinating to see if the upcoming film, Spectre, picks up on something similar. One or two left me with a bad taste in my mouth: after all, as they point out, Bond is essentially a fascist figure, a relic of the cold war and of Empire. I should hate him, and be repulsed by his appearance at the olympics. Yet, as I noted here, precisely the opposite is the case. 007 fascinates me still, and the more I read, the deeper I go, the ore intense that fascination becomes.