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

Licence Expired: The Unau­tho­rized James Bond (ChiZine 2015)

In coop­er­a­tion with ChiZine, a nev­er-fail genre pub­lish­er whose mot­to must sure­ly be, “Noth­ing But Awe­some!” I here­by present James Bond-age: The Licence Expired Inter­views, a series of inter­views with the many bril­liant con­trib­u­tors who make up the new­ly-pub­lished Licence Expired: The Unau­tho­rized James Bond.

And yeah, I’m one of the contributors—my short “Not an Hon­ourable Dis­ease” makes up the clos­ing story—so zip it. I’m a writer/publicist, not a jour­nal­ist. My blog, my rules. The deity of mine own tiny elec­tron­ic fief­dom, that’s how you may think of me.

Click here for infor­ma­tion on how to pur­chase your very own, not-avail­able-in-the-Unit­ed-States copy of Licence Expired.

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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