“Mr Bond, they have a saying in Chicago: “Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it’s enemy action.” Miami, Sandwich and now Geneva. I propose to wring the truth out of you.” – Auric Goldfinger
Goldfinger is Fleming s seventh Bond novel picks up right after a undisclosed mission where Bond breaks up a drug smuggling operation. While stranded in Miami Bond becomes the guest to a wealthy American named Du Pont, who asks his help to catch a man called Goldfinger who has been cheating him at cards. As circumstance would have it Goldfingers activity’s are under watch by MI6 as they suspect him of the gold smuggling and with connections to SMERSH, the Soviet counter-intelligence organisation. Bond goes undercover to infiltrate Goldfingers operation discovering that this powerful villain is planning the biggest and most daring heist in history, knocking off Fort Knox.
This book came to me in waves, I first liked it, then didn’t, then I liked it again. Over all it has a lull in the middle with far to much gold and driving about but when the characters of Bond and Goldfinger get together the pace and suspense picks up. Over all I enjoyed it but the action does take a while to kick in and for the most part Bonds a snoop more than a spy. Having watched the movie long before reading the book I pictured Gert Fröbe as Auric Goldfinger and Harold Sakata as Oddjob but it fitted perfectly for me. I also had a laugh at the references to lesbianism and how Bonds seduction of Pussy Galore proves his masculinity. The line “Bond felt the sexual challenge all beautiful Lesbians have for men.” Is just classic chauvinistic and totally 1950’s Bond. It is well worth a read especially if you like golf, but for me it lacked action, tension. However if all Bond books where the same it would be dreadfully boring.