It’s rare that you find someone as eclectic as William Boyd. Not only did the British writer’s new play (based on two of Chekhov’s short stories) debut in London this week, his upcoming novel will star none other than James Bond. (If you’re wondering, his friend Daniel Craig is not how he pictures the superspy.)
Others may prefer to will themselves into James Bond’s dinner jacket and Aston Martin DB4, but I’d rather slip into a !Kung hunter’s penis sheath and heft his hunting spear.
At The Guardian, Will Self explores his odd preference for deeply uncomfortable comfort reading.
Y’all are pumped for Skyfall, too, right? Good. Well here are some other British spy tales (true ones, too!) to whet your appetite.