Well here’s an idea that popped into my head while watching the opening credits of Skyfall.
I will revisit Ian Fleming‘s older James Bond novels with Daniel Craig’s brand of Bond. Edgier than Brosnan and a lot less English than Connery, Craig has added a certain something to the good’ol kiss-kiss-bang-bang formula that has become slightly aged and predictable.
We’ll see how that works out. On the outset, I can see the novels changing flavour just because the protagonist is played with so much more vulnerability and careless suave. Less Austen, more Hemingway.