This was an interesting book, if a little bit scattered now and then.
In essence, it's the story of how one Ian Fleming, using his charm and wit and fascination with gadgets, managed to help fight the war of bureaucracy on the Royal Navy and successfully create a force of commandos, tasked with gathering German military secrets and ciphers during the big push by the Allied forces in the West throughout 1942-1945.
Following early intelligence blunders in Norway and France, the British military establishment figured they needed a different approach to major offensives. Hence, the idea of deep-penetration intelligence-and-reconnaissance teams is born. SBS, SAS and 30 AU are the result of these bloody lessons, and the book focuses mostly on the last. The early missions are in North Africa and Sicily, and there, the commando learn the hard lessons, but then, they become an efficient and effective force after the Normandy landings.
The bulk of the book deals with the last year of the war, following the 30 AU through France and Germany, and it's a very compelling piece of work - full of anecdotes, absurdities of war, daring missions, crazy situations, and curious people - a German general who wears a Scottish kilt, Ernest Hemingway getting drunk in Paris, Churchill taking a wee in the Rhine, a buxon freulein trying to set fire to the Kreigsmarine archive and being threatened with spanking, art and booze being stolen, tiny units forcing the surrender of large armies, the hunt after Nazi criminals, and more.
The backdrop to this story is Ian Fleming. He is a curious character.
An egocentric megalomaniac alcoholic with suicidal tendencies, a flair for politics and a penchant for writing. This book does not portray him in a brilliant light. If anything, it makes James Bond less glamorous, especially since it would seem 007 is a very linear combination of Ian and the various WW2 missions that he oversaw. Kind of underwhelming in that sense. He was also notoriously patriotic and slightly kinky, so Bond being somewhat of a closet wife beater is almost a requirement, and everything British being absolutely the best is also a given. The movies moderate this message quite a bit, hence their international success.
Ian Fleming was also distanced from the ordinary soldiers - he did want to be part of the commando, but not quite involved in gory details. He still is one mad bloke, and his contribution to the war effort cannot be denied, but there are some rather gray areas to his actions and personality, and this book explores them well. I like the non-obvious approach to storytelling.
This is also one of the flaws of this book - sometimes, it feels like too many conflicting sources were used to compile some of the bits and pieces. The author also has a plummy approach to writing - he never omits to mention who's who - Churchill's uncle, this and that's nephew, rotary club, sir this, lady that, very high society, very posh, with frequent quotes from fiction books, so this sometimes feels almost like a medieval bard paying homage to his patrons. Very English country club with some Jamaican rum in that 5 o'clock tea (it's 5 o'clock somewhere in the empire).
It's one of the more unusual history book, for sure, and I liked it quite a bit. It could be a little more polished and cohesive, and the message around Fleming is ambiguous. Which is nice, but then, I wonder if that's not just the result of him not really being able to decide who he wants to be. For that reason, James Bond is also a troubled, unhappy character.
Through that lense, it is obvious that Timothy Dalton pulled the best personification of the secret agent. In fact, T Dal is THE BEST Bond evar. There. It had to be said.
Recommended, just make sure your brain has an extra cog to spin all the plot lines, curiosities and side stories. And be prepared to have your 007 glamor shattered some.
Igor