The following letters are part of a hitherto unknown correspondence,
between a certain Secret Agent and Priscilla May Galore, written while
she was serving her debt to society in Sing Sing, Ossining, NY, and for
many years after she was free.
At the end of Goldfinger, after
a passionate romp in a boat (in the movie it’s a desert island), Pussy
Galore is incarcerated in the notorious high-security prison at Sing
Sing for her part in Operation Grand Slam. JB continues his peripatetic
life as a secret agent.
Pussy Galore is never mentioned in the
JB oeuvre again. But it is clear from the book that of all Bond’s
girls, this violet-eyed lesbian occupied a special place in the secret
agent’s affections and the author’s. (It has been suggested that PG is
based on a woman with whom the author had an affair). In a spirit of
literary high jinks, we have continued the love-affair between these
two high-octane characters and a fictional correspondence between Pussy
Galore and the notorious secret agent.
For those familiar with
the next five stories JB refers to them in chronology in his letters to
Sing Sing. For instance, a letter written from the Gritti Palace in
Venice draws on the plot of the story, “ Risico” and a postcard from
the Kozee Motor Court near Montreal in Vermont, is referred to in For
Your Eyes Only. Several of JB’s letters are written from The Special
Forces Club, in Knightsbridge, where one of the author’s is a member.
The
following are letters found in Ms. Galore’s old pilot’s bag in the
attic of her house on Martinique and in accordance with her last will
and testament are being published anonymously to reveal the most
intimate details of JB's affection for the infamous lavender-eyed
lesbian.
Pricillae Mae's Galore's putative epistlatory canon. "Dear
James" a splendid read for all Bondophiles! Ms. Macadam has brilliantly
captured Ian Fleming's style and tone in a way none other of Fleming's
literary heirs manage. My only complaint: Too damn' short!!!! More if you please. Don't make me plead like Oliver Twist.
Better known as Pussy Galore, the lavender eyed lesbian James Bond deflowers, but I go by Prissy to my friends. This is the story after--a love/hate affair for the ages.
