Dell Another Day: James Bond-age with A.M. Dellamonica

Licence Expired: The Unauthorized James Bond (ChiZine 2015)

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Today’s author?

Special Agent 0013, Licence to Scrawl

A.M. Dellamonica

A.M. Dellamonica

A.M. Dellamonica’s first novel, Indigo Springs, won the Sunburst Award for Canadian Literature of the Fantastic. Blue Magic, the sequel, was released in 2012 to rave reviews. Her short fiction has appeared in Asimov’sRealms of FantasySciFiction and Strange Horizons, and in numerous anthologies; her 2005 alternate-history Joan of Arc story, “A Key to the Illuminated Heretic,” was shortlisted for the Sideways Award and the Nebula Award. She is currently working on a full-length trilogy, The Hidden Sea Tales., the first book of which, Child of a Hidden Sea, was released in June of 2014. The next, A Daughter of No Nation, is slated for release in November 2015. Dellamonica lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.

Tell us about your story, “Through Your Eyes Only.”

“Through your Eyes Only” takes a slightly older James Bond to the fall of Saigon in 1974. With him goes Moneypenny, though she doesn’t exactly go by design. If I tell you more, as the saying goes, I’ll have to kill you.

How did the idea come about?

I knew I wanted to write a story about Moneypenny. I’ve been a secretary; I know what it’s like to be outside a big man’s office, filtering his traffic and especially would-be visitors, creating time so he can do Important Stuff. What if, I wondered, Moneypenny started to worry that the Bond of this story, the 007 with a few hundred thousand years of mileage, was starting to wear. What if, in fact, something really weird appeared to be wrong with him? Would anyone believe her?

Moonraker (1979)

What was your introduction to the world of James Bond?

I was a fourth-grader living in Northern Alberta, and school was about to break for Christmas. Our teachers had decided, sensibly enough, that showing movies in the gym for the last half-day of classes was a far more sensible use of their time than trying to cram a last drab of knowledge into hundreds of Santa-hyped preadolescents. So they showed us Moonraker, on one of those rattly little film projectors that schools had, back in the day.

It would be cool to be able to say that I totally got the movie, and a Fleming fan was in that moment born. But the movie went over my head; I wished they’d chosen a cartoon.

One of the kids I was sitting with lived out on a farm that didn’t have electricity or TV yet, though, so my other memory of the day is that she was absolutely enraptured.

In the world of Bond, what would you like to see happen?

If I was pitching a Bond movie here and now, I think I’d want it to start with an epic clusterfuck. Like James arrives on-site at a hospital fundraiser, expecting to carry off some typical posh cover, like being a diamond merchant, and instead everyone’s: “Just in time, thank God you’re here, a donor heart came through and you have to operate, now, now, now!” Two seconds later he’d be staring into an open chest cavity, his cover would be blown, and there’d be a media storm brewing as he scrambled to get his feet under him. And at first it would seem like a set-up. Ah, we’d think, the villain has his number! But actually the miscommunication would be even bigger in scope, and the villain’s scrambling too.

Oooh! Yeah! And then it would morph into something where he and the villain have to rely on each other for survival while totally planning to kill each other as soon as they’re safe.

Licence Expired: The Unauthorized James Bond (ChiZine 2015)

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