Forty-sixth installment in a series exploring very important people in my life.
Let me start explaining how this will work: I listed 65 idols of mine. Every Friday (with the exception of those reserved for the Rock Chain posts) I’ll draw one of the names (following a system that it’s really not important to be explained here) and talk about it.
Therefore, the order in which the names will appear doesn’t necessarily shows where they rank in my preference.
As a final introductory note, this is also not a biography article. I’ll just write how I feel about people represented in it, their talent and their importance in my life.
I guess some people just wake up one day with a brilliant idea. And sometimes, that idea can live on to define the life of this person forever. Of course is double-edged sword: sometimes as much as said person do, he can’t make people recognized his other ideas and sometimes he just live to bask on is glory.
In music, I can point out examples like Procol Harum. They have great songs and records, but most people only care about “Whiter Shade of Pale”. Europe’s the same thing. They have wonderful songs, but they practically own their career to “The Final Countdown”.
In the case of writers because sometimes is not a book but a character. Probably the most famous case is Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes. I must be honest and say that only recently I found out that he actually wrote another stories besides those of Mr. Holmes.
Another famous case is Ian Fleming. He only created James Bond and that works for me. That’s a creation that will live forever in our hearts and minds. He also wrote a children’s book, but that’s irrelevant.
Ian Lancaster Fleming was born in London, England, 28 May 1908. He was born in the wealthy district of Mayfair. His father was a Member of Parliament and his grandfather was Scottish financier Robert Fleming who founded the bank Robert Fleming & Co.
At 13 he went to Eton College where he excelled academically and athletically and also edited the school magazine The Wyvern. And those were not the only things that made him stand out from the crowd: he used hair oil, had a car and was a womanizer. His mother removed him from Eton and he went to the Royal Military College where he contracted gonorrhea.
At 19 he went to study in Austria in a small private school ran by former British spy Ernan Forbes Dennis and his novelist wife Phyllis Bottome, aiming for a entry at the Foreign Office. Failing in the examinations for the Foreign Office his mother intervene and got him a job as sub-editor at Reuters.
In the Second World War, Fleming worked for Britain’s Naval Intelligence Division and that coupled with his journalistic experience provided the background for his James Bond character and novels.
He started writing his first novel Casino Royale in 17 February 1952. According to Fleming he wanted the main character to have a dull name and thought James Bond was the dullest name he ever heard. The novel was a success.
He then went on to write and publish nine more novels with Bond: Live and Let Die, Moonraker, Diamonds Are Forever, From Russia, With Love, Dr. No, Goldfinger Thunderball and The Spy Who Loved Me, and one collection of short-stories, For Your Eyes Only. Five others were published posthumously: The Man with The Golden Gun, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, You Only Live Twice, Octopussy and Living Daylights.
I’m a huge Bond fan (especially the films made until Daniel Craig, with the exception of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service because George Lazenby sucks being Bond). I mean, he’s what every man dreams of: he fucks all the hottest chicks whenever he wants, he always tastes the best food and the best drinks and he kills the bad guys! C’mon what else do you want?
And speaking only of those movies based on his books isn’t that Octopussy’s island just brilliant? How about that lair of extreme dangerous thugs in New York in Live and Let Die? Or that opening scene in the same movie with a New Orleans funeral? And that Korean guy with a top hat that slices your throat in Goldfinger? Or the name of the Bond girl in the same movie being Pussy Galore? These are all ideas from a genius.
As I said in the opening lines, Ian Fleming also wrote a children’s book called Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang that few people care about. He’s the guy who created James Bond and that’s more than enough to put your name in history.
Therefore, Mr. Fleming, Ian Fleming, welcome to the Hall of Idols.
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