didn't live long enough to experience the New Jerusalem that has subsequently been built in England's green and pleasant land. Instead, this pseudo-Fleming is using the real article as a puppet for his personal views.

Perhaps if Mr Horowitz's version of Fleming's version of Bond was set in 2015 then adaptations should be made. But it isn't. The novel is set six decades in the past but with modern sensibilities slipped in, under a dead writer's name. The Bond of the novels was a man of his times. He smoked like a chimney and shagged anything that moved.

Trigger Mortis is the sort of sophomoric re-writing of literary history you'd expect from a militant feminist, the type who likes to re-imagine Queen Elizabeth I as a lesbian being oppressed bystopped for months before Conde stopped listening to the contractor’s excuses. She called the county, which led to the discovery that the work had not passed inspection—an alarming fact the contractor had not shared with his clients. Subsequently, the house was declared unsafe. Conde, her husband and two children had to move out while temporary walls were installed.

“It was winter, and for months there had been only a sheet of plastic between our kitchen and the outside,” Conde says. “Even worse, rodents were entering through a hole opened in the basement.”

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By the time code violations were addressed and the project was completed—two years after it had begun—the Condes had spent twice the money they’d budgeted. And they discovered that they were one of