~ Posted by Samantha
Weinberg, September 25th 2013
Tomorrow William Boyd will join a growing
club of established authors who have published a sequel to a famous
literary series. P.D. James has done it to Jane Austen ("Death at
Pemberley"), Eoin Colfer to Douglas Adams ("And Another Thing"),
Anthony Horowitz to Arthur Conan Doyle ("House of Silk"), and Sophie
Hannah is about to do it to Agatha Christie. Some have been good—both
as books in their own right and as authentic channellings of the
original voice (Horowitz), others less so (James).
Arguably, Boyd has a more daunting task. In "Solo", his
addition to the James Bond canon, he will pit his writing against not
only Ian Fleming’s, but against the works of five other continuation
authors: Kingsley Amis (writing as Robert Markham, 1968), John Gardner
(1981-96), Raymond Benson (1997-2002), and more recently Sebastian
Faulks (2008) and Jeffrey Deaver (2011).
Writing a sequel to any book is not easy. You have your
own standards and reputation to maintain, as well as the expectations
of your publisher, the literary estate that has chosen you and the
legions of fans—in Bond’s case fanatics—who feel as if they have some
sort of ownership over the characters. When I wrote "The Moneypenny
Diaries"—which were more companions than sequels—I was acutely
conscious of what the Bond fans thought. And as soon as the first book
was announced, they started thinking. Some were enthusiastic, others
wary of the conceit.
Long before "Guardian Angel", the first in the series,
was published, I found myself obsessively checking the forums on the
fan sites. And they influenced what I wrote: I read and reread all 14
of Fleming's Bond books, noted down the smallest details—how Bond liked
his eggs cooked, the name of M's butler—determined not to make the
slightest mistake. I know that Charlie Higson, who wrote the brilliant
Young Bond series, was similarly meticulous.
But we weren't in the sequel game; we didn't have to ape
Ian Fleming's wit, imagination and spare, brutal prose. Boyd has a far
harder job to take on as the adult Bond's handler. Of all the
continuation novelists, Amis was probably the best: if his Bond is not
100% authentic, his evil mastermind makes up for it. John Gardner took
over from Amis and made a decent fist of it, though he didn't have
Fleming's flair. Benson loved his hero, but his was the world of the
Bond films: lacking in subtlety, depth and, well, class.
With Sebastian Faulks, the Fleming Estate hoped to
jumpstart the brand and restore Bond to the literary shelves. "Devil
May Care", launched in Fleming's centenary year, was attended by
massive publicity, expectation and hope. It sold well—the marriage
between the names Fleming and Faulks ensured it would—but to the
serious Bond fans among us, it felt rushed and had more than a whiff of
the pastiche about it. Jeffrey Deaver was another banker, sales-wise,
but his "Carte Blanche" was a page-turning thriller with a lead
character who just happened to be called James Bond.
And what of Boyd? I wish him well and hope, for the sake
of all of us who will be reading "Solo" by flashlight tonight, that it
hits the mark—both as a book and a Bond book. But if not, there’s
always the master to turn to; to read and read again.
Samantha Weinberg, writing as Kate
Westbrook, is the author of "The Moneypenny Diaries" trilogy. She will
be at the launch of "Solo" tonight and her review will be found here
tomorrow
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