»He held out his hand and I shook it. «You seem to know a lot about me,» Bond said. «True,» I said. «I do know quite a lot about you.» «Why did you want to meet me?» «I suppose I’m curious about you.» Bond looked at me, a half-smile on his face. «Curiosity killed the cat,» he said, equably. He prodded me in the chest with a stiff finger. «You want to bear that in mind, my friend.» «
Fiction: It’s 1969, the King’s Road is swinging and William Boyd has a lunch rendezvous with the subject of his latest novel, Solo – secret agent, 007. Read more at The Guardian.