This is good, but not the best of Bond. I am a huge fan of Fleming’s villains. The movies super size them for the screen and over-do it, it the originals are fun. Unfortunately, here is no central villain in this novel. Bond faces off against a series of slightly bumbling mobsters with the intermittent help of his former counterpart at the CIA who has bounced back nicely from a terrible shark inflicted mauling battling Mr. Big. He has left government and is now enjoying thwarting organized crime from the riveted sector as a Pinkerton. Fleming's descriptions of America are also terribly unflattering and mildly unfair. I am sure there were plenty of seedy, tacky places in 1950s Europe, but Bond never visits those.