007 Reloaded: Casino Royale
“The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling – a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension – becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.”
In a desperate attempt to recoup his financial losses, Le Chiffre has come to Royale-les-Eaux. His plan is to win back his money in a high-stakes baccarat game. That’s where 007 comes in. His mission: humiliate Le Chiffre by beating him at the card table and thoroughly cleaning him out. Killing him would be futile – the opposition is already displeased with Le Chiffre, and SMERSH (a contraction of the Russian phrase smyert shpionam– “death to spies”) has reportedly sent a man to deliver punishment to Le Chiffre for bungling.
If only the mission could be that simple. Immediately upon arrival, Bond discovers that his cover has been blown and that Le Chiffre is wise to his game. An assassination attempt soon follows, and when it fails, Bond comes to the card table, ready to duel it out with the enemy in a high-stakes game of baccarat. If you have no idea what the object of the game is, have no fear: Bond explains the rules of the game to Vesper Lynd, a fellow Secret Service agent who is sent to help him.
Casino Royale is one of the most interesting of the Bond books. At this stage of Ian Fleming’s writing career, he hoped that he could leave behind the definitive English spy novel as his legacy. Casino Royale shows much of that determination and in my opinion, the novel is a legitimate contender for that title. Fleming did a fascinating job capturing the way the world around him was changing. Great Britain was no longer the world’s unquestioned superpower. The lines between good and bad were no longer as clear-cut as it had seemed. Fleming even subverts some of the thriller’s conventions—Bond doesn’t always succeed, and he can’t do so on his own. Bond has a rather long conversation with a fellow agent, where he seriously contemplates retirement and lays out his reasons, while the other man tries to persuade him that he is speaking nonsense. Bond even considers proposing to Vesper Lynd, the girl he falls in love with during his mission. All this lends a heart of genuine tragedy to Casino Royale.
While Fleming’s novels aren’t detective stories, this is a story where some puzzling events are not entirely explained, and only at the end do we find out the reason for this. The explanation is one that gives you a feeling of “Oh, my God! Of course!” but without necessarily giving you clues to figure everything out for yourself.
While the plot is good, the great success of this novel is the character of James Bond. He is a flawed human being, a man who performs a dirty job because someone has to do it and he happens to be good at it. It isn’t an enjoyable job, and not particularly rewarding. It can even be painful: physically, mentally, and emotionally.
The physical part comes when Bond is gruesomely tortured by Le Chiffre. (Anyone who has seen the film adaptation will know what the torture consists of, but imagine a carpet beater being used instead.) It’s an infamous scene in the Bond series, and very difficult to read. Fleming doesn’t describe the torture in that much detail. He describes the set-up, and he describes the pain Bond feels, but he refrains from graphic descriptions of mutilation (which would be the route chosen by today’s authors). Instead, what really makes the scene haunting is Le Chiffre’s mental torture, as he tells Bond exactly what he intends to do, and mercilessly proceeds to do just that. And this technique is ten times more effective than any gore could ever be, coaxing your imagination to envision some particularly painful imagery.
But Bond takes some serious emotional punishment along the way as well. When Vesper Lynd tells Bond that double-0 agents are heroes to the people with desk jobs, he cynically declares that he’s no hero, and that he has two corpses to thank for his double-0 status. Being a double-0 only means that you are willing to kill people on your mission, and he describes the two kills that gave him his famous number, 007. You can tell that these memories haunt Bond: he is not in the espionage game to play red Indians, as Le Chiffre derisively calls it. This is a game for the grown-ups, and Bond’s bitterness at being a part of it is reflected in the way he spits out the novel’s final line.
And that’s Casino Royale. It’s a brilliant novel, one with a solid emotional core, a terrific leading lady, and a fascinating plot. Fleming tried to do something different with the spy novel, and I for one think he succeeded brilliantly. James Bond is a fascinating character, a man who has serious moments of introspection and contemplates both marriage and resigning from the Secret Service. I want to avoid spoilers in my discussion of the book, but everything leads to a spectacular ending, an emotional climax that is truly cathartic. If you’re familiar with 007 only through the movies, Casino Royale is a very good place to acquaint yourself with the original character as written by Ian Fleming.