McClory Discovered Claudine Auger

Capturing Beauty

If you want to know what it was like to be with a extraordinarily beautiful woman, let me tell you – it is a giant pain in the ass!

From day one, all you can think about is  how destroyed you are going to be when she walks out of you life, walks off the set of your tiny movie, you damn well knowing she is looking for a much bigger set to walk on to.  If she is happy and content just to be with you, you have nowhere to put that – unless you get married! Keeping her, capturing her, making her be with you till your dying day, I suspect was the hidden agenda of James Bond, he looking suave and nonchalant, as he takes in his next half-naked beauty on the beach.

Here is the beach Rena Christensen strolled upon. She and her man-lover parked their car nearby. We may never know if she walked all the way to the sea, showing off the most perfect body I have ever seen in a bikini that was tailormade by the gods, because I have been cut-off, she making sure I never see the rest of her, again. I hold on dearly to this image she gave me when I went to visit her in Lincoln Nebraska where she attended college. She was still seventeen. James carries a gun to fight off the compition. I was un-armed. Indeed, I was homeless when I rescued her on Venice Beach in 1970.

All summer long…….. she lied about her age. I was twenty three. Her lover in Nebraska was twenty-six. The age of consent in Nebraska, is seventeen. They took drugs together, even LSD. The got into the Dark Arts. Rena tells me she was in a dark place when we met. I saw this when we first kissed. Rena did not have girlfriends. They thought she was strange. I see Wednesday Addams all grown up, she once a woeful bug, and now a Gothic Butterfly.

We are together, all alone, in California. We are in love, as much as Rena will allow. I am her Savior. I am a dead man walking. Rena has captured my heart and soul. As an artist, I am all washed up. I had barely survived Marilyn. My favorite movie was ‘The Empty Canvas’. I had become obsessed with women. If I was not an artist, beautiful women would just be a great piece of ass.

After returning to LA, from New York where I lived in the village, I got a studio appartment four houses from the beach. There were floor to ceiling panes of glass. I bought a falcon. I was seventeen. I looked for her then, but she was living in Grand Island Nebraska. She was ten years old. She spent her summers swimming in the shallow Platte River. When I drove her to the great sandy beach in Monte Rio, and when she saw the antique sign overhead, she let me know I had done something completely right. She purred for weeks. She has been skipped a grade and given a scholarship. She was a A+ student. She has brains and beauty – and a body that was ‘The Death’.  She had a much better body than Claudine, and would have won the title Miss World. She was a Femme Fatal, just what I wanted. No blame!

Rena deserved to spend her summer at “Vacation Wonderland”. I am reminded of the resort in ‘Lolita’. Rena is under my care. She called her grandmother, religiously, and told her another man was taking good care of her, after the her boyfriend was put in the hospital after calling the dudes on Muscle Beach “fags”. They chased him down the Venice Boardwalk for a mile. Rena moved in with granny to get away from her very abusive father. Her lover was beaten black and blue. Now I get to take care of the fragile sex goddess. Am I emotionally equipped for this? James just fucks them and leaves them.I showed my love, Paradise! She tells me this by a waterfall;

“You are the first person to ever talk to me.”

My brother’s wife’s best friend was Sue Lyon. Mark drove her to Santa Monica City College that they both attended. Our kin, Elizabeth Taylor, was not handling Sue and her husband very well. They were getting chummy in the water together. Rena would not allow me in the water after I refused to swim naked with her in Monte Rio’s drinking water, a little lake atop our mountain. She practiced mental cruelty on me, I learning from the long letter she sent me, this is what her alcoholic father practiced on her. There is a apology.

My ex was married to Thomas Pynchon who she met at Cornell.  Tom’s ‘Inherent Vice’ is about a reunion with a Beach Lolita. Ian Fleming wanted Richard Burton to be the first James Bond. McClory is bedding Burton’s wife to be. Amphibious ideas are born. These images of mating in the water. I surmised Rena lost her virginity in the water and wanted to recreate this scene with me, and others. Bond mates with a Miss France contestant underwater, replicating the legend of the Quinotaur who appears in ‘The Shape of Water. I understand Rena is a mermaid who came to me out of a dark doorway just after I looked down at the waves from Venice Pier, and asked;

“Where are you?”

She began her letter with these words.

“Here I am!”

Putting our blanket down, she let her cut-off….. drop. Then she took her infamous walk to the water. It was show time. Visitors to Bohemian Grove lowered their sunglasses. At five foot eleven, she owned a perfectly proportioned Nordic body. Her three older sisters were models. One of them was Robert Vesco’s mistress. This is the Real James Bond. Here is a scene my kindred, Ian Flemming could only dream of. Why has no author put James inside Bohemian Grove, with a blow-gun and poison darts? Oops! Too late!

Rena! In God’s name send me some photographs of you. I should have bought a Kodak Instamatic. Do it for the World of Beauty.

My good friend kidnapped Rena on Pismo Beach. Some of his friends, who didn’t like me, were now lining up to get a glimpse of HER while we camped in a backyard. Everytime she went into the water at Monte Rio, the Beach Gators took of their Rolex watches and slithered into the water – after her. When they dove under, Rena expertly evaded them, they thinking they were going to surface next to her. Thank God I didn’t have a gun! I might have been forced to use it. The top pic makes me laugh.

“Back off, mate, or, I will plug you full of holes!”

Rena was even more beautiful coming out of the water then going in to it. Golden beads of water shimmered all over the tan body.  She dipped her hair then formed a wondrous hair helmut that accented her perfectly formed skull. She was a specimen, a sight to behold. Why she kept coming back to our blanket, and that long-haired hippie, blew their mind, because some of the most monied people in the world were on that beach. According to Alex Jones, they had been up half the night performing Satanic rituals. They had to capture her, and take her inside The Gate.

“Back off your fooken ghouls, or, I will turn you into a hunk of swiss cheese!”

“James! Behave yourself. They just want to make love to me with their eyes! Perhaps I have fallen for the wrong man again, a man who wants to control me?”

“C’mon! It’s more like – rape you with their eyes!”

“O.K. James. Yes, sometimes it feels like a rape, after they undress me with their eyes! But, how can you fault them, after all, I am the runner up to Miss World!”

“You mean – tear your clothes off! Well they’re already – half off!”

“O.K. I see you got a problem. You’re just another man who wants to possess me, have me all to yourself!”

“Damn rights! Hey, you! Stop looking at my gal as if to tell her you give the best oral sex in the world, or, I’ll plug you between the eyes! What are you crying about?”

“I thought it would be different between us! I had no idea you are so insecure! I’m afraid I am going to have to put a dart in you with my crossbow. When you awaken, I will be way down the road. So long………James!”



Claudine Auger had won the Miss France beauty contest. She almost won Miss World. It was Bond Author, Kevin McClory, who spotted her and wanted her in a Bond movie. Kevin was Liz Taylor’s lover, and, they almost married. There is not much info on this couple. I suspect it because Kevin successfully sued film folks.

In the video below you can see our mountain where we camped beyond the bridge. We drove down from there along the most beautiful stretch of road in the world in my 1950 Dodge. I would look over at Rena with the redwoods in back of her, and marvel that I was the Luckiest Man in the World, or, Luckiest Poor Man in the World. I already had a Christ-Complex. This Arian Goddess, enflamed my visions of a Earthly Kingdom. The year, is 1970. Earth was still a magical place to dwell. I had the car, the babe, the beach!

We stopped on the Beach at Santa Barbara where Rena sat with her back to the ocean.

“You’re afraid of the sea, aren’t you?” I ventured.

“How did you know?” Rena said, lowering the book she was reading.

“You come all the way from Nebraska, and have no interest in looking at the most beautiful ocean in the world. Instead, you are reading a book. What is it?”

“I’m reading Jane Erye.”

I fell in love with Rena, forever. I didn’t need to know more about her, but for the fact she has committed a million poems to memory. I had hitched across country when I was seventeen. Here is a female version of me taking in her first adventure away from home. I wondered what it would be like – to be her!

Young women don’t read anymore. There are no stories firing away in their head. Like chickens with their beaks to the ground, they get their words, one kernel at a time. They hate drama, and demand more Sex Laws be passed to protect the truth they have no imaginations. Meanwhile women who read the Bible are casting votes for Republicans, again. Jesus is their Safe Avatar and Muse, they deserved of a Supreme Being – without flaws!

“I’m going to go shopping at The Hobby Lobby’ now. Too bad I don’t have one.”

This idea Rena was my Idol, was accentuated when I stopped to see her on my way to Rhode Island. Off the top she hands me poster advertising Oktoberfest on campus. I am, stunned! It is a beautiful image of her.

“Who took this?” asks I.

“A photography student.”

“Are you – nude?”


“Did you know him?”

“No. He just came up to me and sked if he could take me into the woods and shoot me naked. I said ‘O.K.!’

“Did he give you copies?”

“No, just the one shot on the poster. He has the rest.”


“They’re his.”

I wanted to wonder out loud, about how many other young co-eds he lured into the woods, with his artsy camera (why didn’t I think of this?) but, that would have freaked Rena out. I had asked her if she thought about modeling for a living. She told me she did not like the lifestyle her sister’s led. I asked her if she thought about getting into the movies. I got an evasive answer. This might have been what her twenty-six year old MAN-LOVER wanted, so, I did not go there. Forty years later, Rena files stalking charges against me. All I had was a P.O. Box and a keyboard that wrote a lot of prose. Prose will get you in deed shit.

Then Rena took me to the art department to see the life-size clay statue her boyfriend was doing. As she unwrapped the gauze, I felt faint – and tortured! I didn’t know then, but, I mad her jealous of me.

Below in a video of Sharon Stone complimenting my kindred. The best thing I wrote about Rena is ‘Too Beautiful To Go To Highschool’. She tortured her principle with her bod. I began a short story called ‘Golden Girls of the Corncob’ where I go in search of Rena who has been captured by Amazons who believe she is the Female Messiah. This titles is being applied to Elizbeth Rosemond – in a secular fashion – there not a day going by where a votive candle is not lit……………in her memory.

I have considered this truth, that Rena did not want me to see her as an old woman, she becoming alarmed when I said in my letter I am tempted to get in my truck ‘Big Blue’ and come visit her in ‘Big Sky Country’.

So, I will capture her, make her a immortal, and forever young, as Victoria Bond. For her, I will do anything. I will got wherever my Muse leads me.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

Jane Eyre follows the experiences of its eponymous heroine, including her growth to adulthood and her love for Mr. Rochester, the brooding master of Thornfield Hall. The novel revolutionized prose fiction in that the focus on Jane’s moral and spiritual development is told through an intimate, first-person narrative, where actions and events are coloured by a psychological intensity. Charlotte Brontë has been called the ‘first historian of the private consciousness’ and the literary ancestor of writers like Proust and Joyce.[1] The book contains elements of social criticism, with a strong sense of Christian morality at its core, and is considered by many to be ahead of its time because of Jane’s individualistic character and how the novel approaches the topics of class, sexuality, religion, and feminism.[2][3]


Claudine Auger (born Claudine Oger; 26 April 1941) is a French actress best known for her role as Bond girl Dominique “Domino” Derval in the James Bond film Thunderball (1965). She earned the title of Miss France Monde and was also the first runner-up in the 1958 Miss World contest.

McClory was romantically involved with Elizabeth Taylor. Although he and Taylor reportedly had plans to marry, Taylor would eventually leave him for her future husband Mike Todd. Todd and McClory fell out over Taylor yet they managed to complete the final cut of the film side by side. The trio would eventually reconcile and they remained friends until Todd’s untimely death in 1958.[8][9]

MGM and Danjaq have acquired all of the rights and interests in James Bond held by the estate of Kevin McClory, ending more than 50 years of litigation between the producers of the franchise and an author who penned Bond scripts with Ian Fleming.

MGM, ‘James Bond’ Producer End Decades-Long War Over 007

O.K. This seals the deal.  I got to get busy promoting myself. I am going to contact Don King and see if he can get me in a ring with Franklin on pay-per-view! I want five mill.

I am destined to write a great Bond Novel. It is in my family tree! I declare authoring a Bond book – my rosy families Art Form and Religion! Liz almost married Kevin McClory. Would one of their children have married a Getty?

Every day I see a Liz and Bond story on google news – along with our kindred! We are the alternative reality to Putin, Trump & Graham who hate my people – and Hollywood! Why is that? I will unveil our Family Cosmology that hopefully will replace Christianity. Justine Lovesit sounds like Miriam Starfish Christling who grew up in Christian Nudist Colonies.

Too Beautiful To Go To High School




highsch3In 1970, Rena told me about the time the Principle of Grand Island Senior High, brought her into his office and accused her of being too beautiful to be an Islander, and, he would have to expel her if she didn’t do something about that mini-skirt that was driving all her classmates, crazy, especially the girls. No one, but no one wore a mini-skirt like Rena wore a mini-skirt.

“How come she gets to wear her skirt that short, and, we don’t?”

McClory sued. Two court cases later, the judgement came down that subsequent editions of the Thunderball novel would acknowledge him and Whittingham, and that McClory would also retain film and television rights to the story. Meanwhile, two producers named Albert R ‘Cubby’ Broccoli and Harry Saltzman had launched their own series of Bond movies starring Connery. Their company, Eon, produced Dr No in 1962, followed by From Russia With Love and Goldfinger. Keen that Thunderball should be their fourth Bond film, they did a deal with McClory whereby he would be credited as producer, and he would have the right to remake Thunderball 10 years later: presumably they were banking on either the public or McClory losing interest in 007 before the decade was up.

Auger was born in Paris, France. She attended St. Joan of Arc College and later the Conservatoire de Paris, where she performed dramatic roles. She made her film debut when she was still in school.


Jean Cocteau cast Auger in an uncredited role as a tall ballerina in Testament of Orpheus (1960). When she was 18, she married the 43-year-old writer-director Pierre Gaspard-Huit, and he cast her in several films, including Le Masque de fer (1962) and Kali Yug: Goddess of Vengeance (1963).[1]

When she was on holiday in Nassau, writer-producer Kevin McClory saw her and recommended that she audition for his film Thunderball (1965). The role of Domino was originally to be an Italian woman, Dominetta Petacchi. Auger impressed the producers so much that they rewrote the part to that of a French woman, to better suit Auger. Although she took lessons to perfect her English, her voice was eventually dubbed by Nikki van der Zyl.[2] Auger would claim that she related to her character Domino, as she and Domino were involved with older men. The most immediate byproduct of Claudine’s stardom was a semi-nude Playboy spread.

Thunderball launched Auger into a successful European movie career, but did little for her otherwise in the United States.[3] She did however star in a Danny Thomas Special called ‘The Road to Lebanon’ with Bing Crosby which was shown on NBC on 20 April 1966.[4]

In 1968, she co-starred with another Bond girl, Ursula Andress, in the Italian comedy Anyone Can Play. In 1971, she starred with two future Bond girls, Barbara Bach and Barbara Bouchet, in Black Belly of the Tarantula, a giallo mystery. She had some roles in European films such as Triple Cross (1966) (reuniting her with her James Bond director Terence Young), and The Killing Game (1967).[5]

In 1994, Auger appeared in the British television series The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, in “The Three Gables” as Isadora Klein, in one of the last episodes of that series starring Jeremy Brett.

Personal life[edit]

In 1959, at age 18 she married writer-director Pierre Gaspard-Huit. They would later divorce.

She married British businessman Peter Brent[6] in the 1980s.[3] The couple had one child, Jessica Claudine Brent (b. 1991). Brent died in August 2008.

Claudine Auger (born Claudine Oger; 26 April 1941) is a French actress best known for her role as Bond girl Dominique “Domino” Derval in the James Bond film Thunderball (1965). She earned the title of Miss France Monde and was also the first runner-up in the 1958 Miss World contest.

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  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I have read that owning a semetrical face registers as being beautiful. Rena has very symetrical features, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She could not graps how perfectly beautiful she was due to her low self-esteem due to child-abuse. She owned this incredible animalist energy – that was overpwering! One had the idea that her genetics was once the IDEAL, but, had been bred out – diluted! I struggled with the idea of OWNERHIP! I wanted to own her more than fuck her! I had two beautiful male cats, and some jealous asshole, took them, or – killed them because they treated me like THEIR OWNER.

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