Death is Forever
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As the Berlin Wall comes crashing down, one Cold Warrior refuses to lay down his guns and sets out to assassinate members of the British-American intelligence network, CABAL. Reprint. PW. K.
From Publishers Weekly
Readers fond of Bond should not miss Gardner's latest 007 adventure, his 11th since he took over the series after the 1964 death of Ian Fleming, Bond's creator. Updated to the '90s, Bond now practices safe sex and seems to have given up both smoking and his obsession with powerful customized sports cars. In this action-packed bloodbath, the required, consummate villain is Wolfgang Weisen, aka "the Poison Dwarf," an East German spy master who as "a child at Joseph Stalin's court" watched Tarzan and Chaplin movies with "Uncle Joe." Weisen has been directing the systematic assassination of members of Cabal, the West's premier spy network in Germany, and M assigns Bond and the CIA's Eazy stet St. John to stop him. Bond is at first put off by Eazy's feminism but is quick to accept her invitation to share her berth on the Ost-West Express. Weisen, tracked to Venice, turns out to be a Pickwickian character: rotund, bald and baby-faced but determined to force Europe to its knees and restore Stalinism. Suspense builds as Bond races to Calais on the day the cross-channel tunnel is to open. Eazy is unable to make the trip, having suffered the fate of all women who get too close to Bond's heart. Amusing, clever stuff.
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From Kirkus Reviews
Of course, it isn't really forever; it's just business as usual for James bond, still gamely tackling would-be world dominators--this time, Wolfgang Weisen, the Poison Dwarf of East German intelligence--in his 11th outing under Gardner's flag. Whatever Weisen's plan is--and just what he has in mind is a surprise Gardner saves until the very end--it involves penetrating CABAL (a NATO network of spies working in East Germany, all but outmoded by unification), issuing a bogus order to disband, and then picking off the agents one by one. When Bond and American Eazy St. John are packed off to Berlin to replace their latest fallen comrades, you can bet that they'll be trailed by homicidal enemy agents, fed a million lies by their supposed contacts, and be left guessing as to which of the surviving Cabalists can still be trusted--and you can bet too that Bond will bring snooty Eazy to heel by showing up her gutless tradecraft and sweeping her off her feet. The trail of double-crosses that leads from Berlin to Paris to Venice strains belief, but it's all lightly likable. Once Bond and Co. reach Venice, though, the story slips into a distinctly stodgy groove (``His smile was so evil that the hairs on the back of Bon's neck stiffened''), with Bond, Eazy, and trustworthy Gus Wimper going up against the Poison Dwarf, his kinky bedmate Monika Haardt (you have to take the kinkiness on faith--she doesn't do anything but try to kill our hero), and the staff of executioners, torturers, etc. Bond, who seems to be having more trouble adjusting to the new world order than his younger brethren, doesn't exactly shine, but Gardner's fans won't be disappointed either. Ian Fleming's fans need not apply. -- Copyright ©1992, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.
jacket and emerged with a small hypo, in a plastic case. For the first time, Bond noticed that he wore a gold Rolex Oyster on his left wrist. Cops did not wear those kind of timepieces, unless they were on the take. ‘Just hold out your arm. Straight out. I promise you’ll feel nothing.’ His eyes flicked for a second – no more – towards Easy’s arm. The rest he did by feel: deftly ridding the hypo of its little plastic container, moving it in his hand so that the needle protruded from between his
was back, standing in the doorway. ‘I get uncontrollable rages, as you well know, Herr Bruin.’ Turning his head, Bond saw that he was almost a twin to Dominic: an inch shorter possibly, with features a shade more patrician, but he had the same weak chin and silky blond hair. There was also an evil smile: unnerving and spine-chilling. ‘You take care of those idiot cops?’ Harry asked. ‘Slice of gateau, Harry. As soon as I mentioned their benefactor, they started to bow and scrape like
to that?’ ‘I really have no idea.’ ‘Will they send in a back-up team when they find you and the lady are missing?’ ‘Not immediately. In a day or two, possibly.’ He leaned forward, barely able to contain his excitement. ‘Not immediately. Oh, wonderful. You’re telling me the truth? Not immediately.’ ‘I’m telling the truth.’ ‘And have either your Service or the Americans suggested they have intelligence on any operation I might – just might, mind you – be planning in Europe?’ ‘No.’ Firm and
Gus shook his head. ‘No way, James. They’re all too busy anyhow.’ ‘You got a plan?’ Bruin asked eagerly. ‘Maybe not a plan.’ He spoke very low, the others craning in to hear him. ‘But I do have the means if they give us enough time, and if luck’s with us.’ He bent and kissed Easy lightly on the neck, whispering, ‘You know, I didn’t expect to fall in love either.’ He felt his own emotions well up as he realised he meant it, knowing that this was the woman for him. ‘But I did fall in love with
start haranguing him again, he took her by the shoulders. ‘Praxi,’ his fingers dug hard into her flesh. ‘I feel as bad as you do, but we have to make an effort. You were the driving force of Cabal for years. London and Washington relied on you . . .’ ‘And look where it got me . . .’ she began. ‘That doesn’t matter . . .’ ‘It got me nowhere. We were compromised all the way. That’s been made very clear in the past few days . . .’ ‘Stop it!’ He was near to slapping her face to haul her out of