Jeffrey Deaver's first crack at a James Bond novel, Carte Blanche, will be released in a few months. I'm looking forward to it, though with some hesitation.
With the strong exception of Kingley Amis's excellent Colonel Sun, none of the post-Fleming Bond novels have really impressed me. John Gardener's books had their moments, and Gardener was certainly a decent writer, but I have my doubts as to how much he really understood Bond. Raymond Benson seemed to get Bond, but just isn't a very good writer.
I've never read Deaver, but he is apparently a Bond fan, which is a good sign.
As to the title... rather bland. Sorry, but "Carte Blanche" just brings to mind a credit card no one uses anymore.
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