Colonel Sun by Kinglsey Amis (Robert Markham)
Hello, dear listeners!
Tis a new dawn that commences here at The James Bond Complex. The sun rises to shed light on less familiar territory as hosts Mathieu and Edgar embark on the post-Fleming era of the 007 novels, beginning with 1968’s Colonel Sun, written by Kingsley Amis, who went under the pen name Robert Markham at the time of publication.
After spending over a year relishing in Fleming’s prose and fantastical imagination, the boys could be a little bit nervous when engaging with their first non-Fleming 007 adventure, but rest assured, they are in the very capable hands of Colonel Sun. You see, any publication not penned by the original creator can be viewed as an experiment, and the Colonel is more than happy to use the hosts as subjects for a little project he’s been itching to get off the ground for some time already. He just required the perfect specimens.
Oh, what amazing sensations he has in store for them. Feelings so extraordinary, so extra-sensorial, that by the end of the episode they might attain a higher level of existence, a state of being that operates on a completely different level than anything humans have ever known. Romantic entanglements with a politically audacious young Greek beauty, dangerous boat rides in the Mediterranean amongst the many Greek isles, a desperate mission to save Bond’s father figure M, delightful backstories about former Nazis that specialize in mass murder, Russian officials that swing the other way and might be looking at them with unabashed lust, lively Greek myth storytelling, and, just in case they start feeling a little bit gassed by the end, some good whores to keep them properly stimulated.
In fact, the experiment promises to be so enrapturing, that all the listeners are invited to join. Come here, have a seat in this darkly lit room in Sun’s basement. Get yourself comfortable and prepare to have, well, your minds opened.
Now where did we put our favourite skewer?
Tis a new dawn that commences here at The James Bond Complex. The sun rises to shed light on less familiar territory as hosts Mathieu and Edgar embark on the post-Fleming era of the 007 novels, beginning with 1968’s Colonel Sun, written by Kingsley Amis, who went under the pen name Robert Markham at the time of publication.
After spending over a year relishing in Fleming’s prose and fantastical imagination, the boys could be a little bit nervous when engaging with their first non-Fleming 007 adventure, but rest assured, they are in the very capable hands of Colonel Sun. You see, any publication not penned by the original creator can be viewed as an experiment, and the Colonel is more than happy to use the hosts as subjects for a little project he’s been itching to get off the ground for some time already. He just required the perfect specimens.
Oh, what amazing sensations he has in store for them. Feelings so extraordinary, so extra-sensorial, that by the end of the episode they might attain a higher level of existence, a state of being that operates on a completely different level than anything humans have ever known. Romantic entanglements with a politically audacious young Greek beauty, dangerous boat rides in the Mediterranean amongst the many Greek isles, a desperate mission to save Bond’s father figure M, delightful backstories about former Nazis that specialize in mass murder, Russian officials that swing the other way and might be looking at them with unabashed lust, lively Greek myth storytelling, and, just in case they start feeling a little bit gassed by the end, some good whores to keep them properly stimulated.
In fact, the experiment promises to be so enrapturing, that all the listeners are invited to join. Come here, have a seat in this darkly lit room in Sun’s basement. Get yourself comfortable and prepare to have, well, your minds opened.
Now where did we put our favourite skewer?
