_Carte Blanche_, Jeffery Deaver for the Fleming estate
_Empire in Black and Gold_, Adrian Tchaikovsky
_Outies_, J.E. Pournelle with permission of Niven and J. Pournelle
The literary chronicles of James Bond did not end with Ian Fleming's death; several other novelists have given it a shot with the Fleming estate's permission. Jeffery Deaver went a bit further than the others by rebooting Bond. Rather than ignore the contradiction of Bond fighting ex-Nazis and Smersh just post-WWII and still being spry and nimble today, he reinvents Bond as an RN vet of Afghanistan now working for a non-MI6 deniable agency. The gadgets are kept to a minimum, women appear as more than just toys and temptresses, and the villain plots are slightly less farfetched.
And as long as I am on the subject of authorized sequelae, Jerry Pournelle's daughter decided to continue the storyline from _The Mote in God's Eye_ (and _The Gripping Hand_) with a book which starts slowly, then turns out to be much better written in almost all respects than the N+P sequel. I'm still not sure about the evolutionary relationship of the Apes and the Moties, and the pronoun gimmick was obvious after the first page or so, but otherwise very well done. If you found yourself reading _The Gripping Hand_ and just barely finishing it, this might be for you.
Finally, Adrian Tchaikovsky is apparently turning out more novels in this series (Shadows of the Apt) at a rate likely to devastate forests. It's a steampunk-with-magic book set in a world where entomology and ancestry have gotten really strangely confused; humans are separated into tribe/races which derive powers and characteristics from various insects. It's weird, but also weirdly compelling. Expect war and treachery.
_Empire in Black and Gold_, Adrian Tchaikovsky
_Outies_, J.E. Pournelle with permission of Niven and J. Pournelle
The literary chronicles of James Bond did not end with Ian Fleming's death; several other novelists have given it a shot with the Fleming estate's permission. Jeffery Deaver went a bit further than the others by rebooting Bond. Rather than ignore the contradiction of Bond fighting ex-Nazis and Smersh just post-WWII and still being spry and nimble today, he reinvents Bond as an RN vet of Afghanistan now working for a non-MI6 deniable agency. The gadgets are kept to a minimum, women appear as more than just toys and temptresses, and the villain plots are slightly less farfetched.
And as long as I am on the subject of authorized sequelae, Jerry Pournelle's daughter decided to continue the storyline from _The Mote in God's Eye_ (and _The Gripping Hand_) with a book which starts slowly, then turns out to be much better written in almost all respects than the N+P sequel. I'm still not sure about the evolutionary relationship of the Apes and the Moties, and the pronoun gimmick was obvious after the first page or so, but otherwise very well done. If you found yourself reading _The Gripping Hand_ and just barely finishing it, this might be for you.
Finally, Adrian Tchaikovsky is apparently turning out more novels in this series (Shadows of the Apt) at a rate likely to devastate forests. It's a steampunk-with-magic book set in a world where entomology and ancestry have gotten really strangely confused; humans are separated into tribe/races which derive powers and characteristics from various insects. It's weird, but also weirdly compelling. Expect war and treachery.