Jennifer Hemphill Is A Fraud



On August 11, 2020 Jennifer Hemphill asked me to remove photographs of her I got off her facebook – that she unfriended me from. Jenny refused to give me the name of her mother who connects her to my grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond-Wieneke, who Jenny claimed is her great aunt. I told Jenny that my mother Rosemary used to make an annual trip to  Ojai to see her friend Marianne Wieneke, and other Wienekes. I told Jennifer I might have a pic of Marianne in a group shot. I found Ann Wieneke.

Jennifer is forbidden to use any family photographs put on my blog. She told me she is PROTECTING HER MOTHER from me – and my natal family? She says her MOMMY’S aunt started a genealogy that she told her she is going to add on to. The name of this great aunt is not mentioned. Is Jennifer determined to PROTECT THE PURITITY of these Vessel Virgins – and the sanctify of Jenny? I told her that the non-family member, Stacey Pierrot, hired a ghost writer to reveal all our family secrets and slander my mother and sister – the world famous artist – ROSAMOND! Do you think Jennifer’s great aunt would be happy to know this – from beyond the graves?

Mary Magdalene Rosamond gave birth to four beautiful daughters, who she raised since they were about five, along with the Kelly brothers, whose mother was, Eutrophia Wieneke-Kelly was killed by her husband who fate is unknown. That’s SIX CHILDREN – during the depression! How did she do it. It i said she made hats. I wonder.

Four men married four Rosamond daughters, and begot six children. Aunt June and uncle Vincent, had not child. I adopted them as my parents last week. I had a falling out with my alternate parents when I and Melinda Frank showed up for Easter Sunday dinner and Christine’s good friend was not wearing any shoes. Her faher and his brothers were members of the Purple Gang. Frank had Melinda’s first lover, murdered. He called my family and said he was going to kill me. My mother told her three eldest children she mad porno movies for the Mafia to support her four children. June had to be spared all thi DRAMA that Jennifer insists her AND HER MOMMY must be spared of. I said “Non flies on Jenny.”

Ninety million people allover the world are into genealogies that uncover unsavory family history. This is not the case of the Jenny’s NATAL family. These women – ARE FUCKING BORING! Jenny set out to employ these bores to suck the life out of NON-BORING family members with her – CLEANESS! Jenny is – STERLIZED! This is her moniker that will show up in one of my James Bond books….Sterilized Jenny.

Sounds like another Haffner case, where Sue Haffner is a super born again Clean Christian who was delighted to learn Garth Benton went to the same high school as she and her husband. But, they were not happy to learn I hate most evangelicals, and am prone to proclaim I am the Anti-Christ now and them – just to get their goat! Jenny lives with, and perhaps supports, her parents, who have been reading this blog for years – doing their best to ignore me – and wish I would drop dead so they can get at the good members of MY FAMILY – and put them in THEIR CLEAN&HOLY PILE!


Jenny, like her parents, are – CONTROL FREAKS! This is why she has no chlid. Her super moral parents have not approved of one boy friend! Why? Because they are terrified an OUTSIDER will taint them with a Satan Seed, and they will lose their place in THE RAPTURE LINE! This is why Jenny asked me to censor this post. In our chat, I suggest she get a job as a high paid call girl in Washington D.C. to loosen that pussy up. I suspect Jenny is a virgin. Virgins will be Holy Rulers of the Kingdoms of King Jesus and will help Jesus rule America. The Dullards will snip the exciting ones from their family trees. To go after Rena, who filed stalking charges against me, or about the same reasons, is the tip of the iceberg, and the reason why very few evangelicals are going to desert Their Beloved Pussy Grabber and Degenerate in Chief. This is why Jenny threw off her Rouge Mask to launch an attack upon me, she on a mission from her Holy Great Aunt to Cleanse the World. These evangelical Nazis – are fucking insane! I am working on a Netflix series inspired by Jenny….


Four days ago Jennifer Hemphill popped up in my video wearing a rouge mask. She was distracting me. I saw the name Tharaldson which is another spelling for Mary Ann Tharaldsen, my ex-wife who was Thomas Pynchon’s lover. We start chatting. She says she wanted to correct MY GENAOLOGY. Right away I wonder if this VICTORY BOND who is saying we are related. She shows me a chart with ROYAL ROSAMOND at the top, and she at the bottom.

When I look at her facebook I am seeing a Norwegian Elf. I am seeing the young girl that worked at the Royal College of Arms. I am Jean de Rougemont, spotting Victoria for the first time. Now she comes alive and enters my office in order to CORRECT ME. I made a mistake. I used a photo of Yulia Rose as a young Victoria. Then, Jenny goes on and on about Rena. I tell her she inspired me to write a James Bond book. Jenny refuses to give me her mother’s name which is at the core of book. She has not children but says she supports a family. Is she a Lesbian?

I chose Lara Roozemond out of a group of models to be Victoria because ROOZEMOND is also ROSAMUND. Lara Roozemond – IS FIRED!

Jenny claims MARY MAGDALENE ROSAMOND is her great aunt, yet she does not ask about her, or, call me. What she does is obsess over Rena Easton. She wants more and more details. I tell her she inspired my Bond book ‘The Royal Janitor. I discus Ian Easton and the British Defence Staff – that she ays she heard of. I mention Rena’s remark that I was the first person who talked to her. She asks if I meant literally. I go into more details, then realize JENNIFER HEMPHILL is interrogating. Again I tell her about Victoria Bond, and she is not listening. She calls me a liar – and goes to bed!

“Sir. We do not know each other personally. But I would not use the time we have on earth-the quantity of which neither of us could know- spent on mistruths.

I apologize for not sending the Wieneke connection! I am pulling up Ancestry now

Okay here’s the link. Mary Magdalene Weineke/ Wieneke, wife of Frank “Royal” Rosamond, is my second great-aunt.”

John Presco

Copyright 2020

Jennifer Hemphill is a fraud. She is not the granddaughter of Marianne Wieneke Sullivan. She said she is thirty-three. Four days ago she contacted me when I was making a video on facebook. We spent hours talking about Rena. She did not ask me about family members. She did not call me – which would have been the normal thing to do. When I asked about the genealogy with Royal Rosamond and her in, she sent it the next day. I asked her if she took a DNA test. She she she has it but has not spit into it. She told me she had worked for the FBI and did Private Investigator work. I will be calling the FBI and report her to facebook.

Jenny read the report on my sister’s death and said she would look at more evidence. I talked about her bein my Heir simply because I believed she was the only other family member interested in genealogies. This is more cruelty and playing with the truth. I have to wonder if she is going to come up with a biography containing her stolen family history. I have made images of our conversation on chat.

John Presco

EXTRA! I just spent an hour chatting with Jennifer, and after asking THE NAME of her mother – TWENTY TIMES – she refused to give it to me. She said she did not want to drag her mother in to “all this”.  I told her to read Tom Snyder’s bio of HER RELATIVE and see how a hired OUTSIDER dragged much of relatives in it. She said she does not have time to read anything more because she has to earn a living “supporting her family”. She has not husband or children. She told me she is addicted to reading longform. Women are liars! Paula had one sibling – a brother!

Note who contributed the pic to Paula’s page. I suggested to Jenny that if she helped me investigate Christine’s death, we can write a book together. She would be a famous PI. I sent he the posts on the suede jacket two day ago. She had been avoiding me. She claims she has to much to read. How about her mother? Did she read this post on Mary Ann? Why wouldn’t she want to read Rosamond’s bio – or contact my daughter – who I suspect is writing a bio. Jenny read many of my posts. When I told her the chart she sent me was too small to read, she sent me the same small image! Why didn’t she cut and past the url link and post it? I think it is doctored.  My worst fear is Patrice and Heather Hanson hire Jenny as a ghost writer, then concocted a fake chart. She said Paula Tharaldson had three sisters and a brother. Why aren’t the three sisters in this site……….

How much time do you need to look at this info. Our connecting is extraordinary in amazing ways that many will be interested in. I belonged to a templar group that Dan Brown spied on. I argued with the Sinclair family over my roseline saying there is no other name like Mary Magdalene Rosamond. I threatened to author a historic fiction which I suspect Dan read

I am related to Z E R O famous people

As I said before, this is something I am very newly come to. It came about because my great aunt on my father’s side is the family genealogist, and she is getting on in years. With the exception of a few memorials I created on FindAGrave for my Sullivan/ Wieneke/ Reardon/ Boyton (the family names on my mother’s side), all of the FindAGrave memorials I “manage” came from my great aunt

Did you not say she said you were the first person to speak to her? A statement which I made a point to question whether it was meant figuratively or literally?

Gods indeed, as those circumstances are too miraculous.

How was it he stalked her decades after originally knowing her, only to happen upon a google result of your blog?

You knew her for 50 days when she was 17 and you were 24. Yet a classmate knew who you were AND how to contact you?

IMO contacting her minister was a bit of a reach.

And yet you did?

And yet you did?

No, I only investigate for work. I do not allow work to bleed into non-work. One reason alone is I already work too much. I can’t allow myself more avenues to do work-related things for non-work purposes

That is awful. I am truly sorry that happened to you, for all that sorrys are worth anything on the internet from a stranger. But I had, have, and will never have any dealings with ghost writers or … art? sales. I know nothing of those things and have no connection to them.

I don’t believe you said anything to me at all that is not already available in your huge archives of writing. It is a vast, humongous repository of information for which you should be very proud and is very impressive! But I did not come to you asking for secrets. I don’t want to know any secrets! This has already been hugely upsetting, and for what? This clearly hasn’t benefited either of us.

I was (and still am) working. I must make a living and support my family. Everything else I do, everything else that MIGHT take time away from making sure I can care for and contribute to their well-being and happiness takes a backseat to that. That means ALL of my friends know that if I’m not responding it’s because I am eyeballs deep in something, on a deadline, what have you. I don’t turn notifications off flippantly.

No, thank you. I have a pile of books I will never get through as it is and it grows daily.

Paula Maureen (Sullivan) Tharaldson was my aunt. Her mother was Marianne (Wieneke) Sullivan

I have never dealt in art fraud of any kind. And I am not the private detective. I work with one. We work together. Those are very different things.

I was only making conversation. I don’t recall how it even came up? I have no independent interest in Rena at all. You seemed sad, and I tried to show… I don’t know? Good will? These are lonely times- If I have a shoulder to lend, I lend the shoulder. That’s it.

I don’t know her name, and I have NO reason to!

I don’t know her name, and I have NO reason to!

Definitively, unquestionably no. I have too much to do as it is without adding more tasks. I don’t know anything about your family, beyond that you identified a Tharaldson as being married to Marianne Wieneke. She was only ever married to a Sullivan. That’s the sole reason I contacted you, and now my task is complete.

No clue who this is. I don’t believe I have read a bio by a Snyder/ Snyders, regardless of given name

Early start. Sleep well! I will be here when you return, most likely. Unfortunately, yesterday was not as productive as it needed to be, and I received additional taskings for the same project. So, today (hopefully just the morning, early afternoon?), is the catch up game

Hmm, I am not sure. I am reading about the suede jacket presently. I must get back to work at some point this morning (I have a case report due), but before I do I want to catch up on all I missed here with you while I was shut up in my office with all notifications turned off

That is the only, only reason. Had I known this whole mess would come of merely wanting to correct the record – again, which is only that Marianne Wieneke (my grandmother) was married to Robert Joseph Sullivan (my grandfather), and it was my aunt Paula who married a Tharaldson. You seemed like someone who cared for the truth and would want to know. That’s it.

I was (and still am) working. I must make a living and support my family. Everything else I do, everything else that MIGHT take time away from making sure I can care for and contribute to their well-being and happiness takes a backseat to that. That means ALL of my friends know that if I’m not responding it’s because I am eyeballs deep in something, on a deadline, what have you. I don’t turn notifications off flippantly.

Paula Maureen (Sullivan) Tharaldson was my aunt. Her mother was Marianne (Wieneke) Sullivan

In the meantime, what do you mean here? How could someone convince another to “alter” their genealogy?

The government service (FBI, as an analyst) for time, but not the military service

I conduct investigations online for a living. I do not engage in investigative activities when I do not need to, as a rule.

Do you have any copies of original family documents (birth/ death certificates, marriage certificates, etc.) I could share?

My mother (Nancy Sullivan, married names Horton, Hemphill, and Newcomb) and a few members of my mother’s family have all done theirs

I could see how public records could be confused on that point, however, as Paula was in ill health most of her life, and perhaps at times was supported by Marianne. (Marianne Wieneke was married to Robert Joseph Sullivan, but they eventually divorced. Marianne Wieneke, Robert Joseph Sullivan, Paula Sullivan, and David Tharaldson have all since passed away)

I am related to you (kind of) via the Wieneke family, however not in the manner in which you have stated in your blog. You identified the wrong Wieneke person (in fact it was a Sullivan) whom had married a Tharaldson. BUT, I mean this as no criticism, as I too am a genealogist. I would like to share my first-hand information with you at a later date, if you are interested.

I have joined DAR, Colonial dames, and mayflower society based on my father (Hemphill)’s family trees, but I have a long way to go in verifying my mother’s Wieneke and Sullivan lines

Hemphill was not on the Mayflower. My Mayflower connection is through (like most Mayflower descendants) via John and Priscilla Alden

I conduct investigations online for a living. I do not engage in investigative activities when I do not need to, as a rule.

No an astute investigator aliases are nothing anyhow.

And yes, I know all about Rosamond. That is how I found you (because I was looking up Wieneke things for genealogy)

The government service (FBI, as an analyst) for time, but not the military service

I’ve been on a longform kick for the last few years. Anything/ everything longform

Le Royale Rouge Dragon


The Royal Janitor


Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

Jean-Baptiste Rougemont rarely worked late, and never at this hour. As the father clock rang midnight in the hall outside his office at the College of Arms, Jean raised his bushy white eyebrows when he saw, and now heard the ornate brass doorknob being turned.

Holding his breath, he saw the profile of the most beautiful young woman he had ever beheld in this stuffy old place, and, he could just make out the words she was muttering.

“All winter long……”

Looking up she let out a yelp, like a young fox caught in a trap in the winter snow. Jean gasped when he saw how pale and blue her eyes were, that tried to dart back into the hall after beholding this old wizard of a man, whose eyes were just as pale, just as blue that they startled the college janitor, who came to dust the book cases, and run a wax over the oaken library table.

“Wait! Come here!” Jean commanded, which he did not mean to do, but, he wanted to make sure she obeyed, because, she might be a mirage, or something of this nature, and once the door is shut, the twine is severed, and she is gone forever.

What is your name? Open your eyes!”

“I have no name. I don’t want you to see my eyes!” the creature replied.

“Why won’t your tell me? Please. Look at me. I won’t hurt you!”

“I was raised by wolves, with pale blue eyes. They taught me to keep my eyes lowered in the presence of the alpha wolf. And you are the alpha wolf of this place. Are you not?”

“I suspose so. I am the head of the College of Arms. My name is……”

“I know your name. I dust your desk six day a week. I know your grandchild is going to La Rosey, and, he is all you have in the world.”

“Please. Just your name, and I will leave your to your work. I was just about to leave!”

The wolfen child came to stand next to Jean, and held out her arm. On her forearm was a crest containing a red dragon. Jean’s mouth fell open, and before he could speak, she opened her eyes, and her angelic mouth;

“I am the Rouge Dragon!”

“Oh my God! Lift back your hair. I want to see your ears!” Jean commanded once more, he struggling to catch his breath.

“Do you want to see if I have wolf ears?” she asked with a musical quality in her voice. She was being whimsical.

“No! I would……….!” Jean stammered.

“I know who you think I am, but I am not he. My name is Victoria, Theresa, Bond, the granddaughter of Teresa Bond, the wife of James………….Bond. And, now you know!”

“But, how can this be?”

“God loves a story my mother used to say, and………

“If anyone asks, you were raised by wolves!”

“Oh my! You are not supposed to exist. Why are your revealing yourself?

“I want to go to La Rosey. I want to be an artist. I want to be – refined, like my grandmother. She went to La Rosey. She drove a sports car, a Jaguar. I want to own a Jaguar. My dusting days have come to an end.

I have never read a Ian Flemming novel. My God……It’s all here! I have been led down the path of the Rouge Dragon for twenty years. I just posted on the coat of arms of the Quinotar and the city of the Franks.  I watched parts of this Bond movie, and it is a stinker. How do you do a movie on coats of arms – back in 1969? After Dan Brown, it’s a piece of cake!

Bond sees the love of his life trying to drown herself in the sea! What? What! She has a child, but it dies. This child was sired by another man, but, I changed the plot! I resurrected the Bond bloodline!


The name Hilary Bray was that of an old-Etonian with whom Fleming worked at the stock broking firm Rowe & Pitman,[16] whilst Sable Basilisk was based on “Rouge Dragon” in the College of Arms. Rouge Dragon was the title of heraldic researcher Robin de la Lanne-Mirrlees who asked Fleming not to use the title in the book; in a play on words, Fleming used Mirrlees’s address, a flat in Basil Street, and combined it with a dragon-like creature, a basilisk, to come up with the name.[17] Mirrlees had Spanish antecedents, generally born without earlobes and Fleming used this physical attribute for Blofeld.[16] Mirrlees also discovered that the line of the Bonds of Peckham bears the family motto “The World is Not Enough”, which Fleming appropriated for Bond’s own family.[12]


On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (novel)

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On Her Majesty’s Secret Service
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First edition cover, published by Jonathan Cape
Author Ian Fleming
Cover artist Richard Chopping (Jonathan Cape ed.)
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Series James Bond
Genre Spy fiction
Publisher Jonathan Cape
Publication date
1 April 1963
Media type Print (hardback & paperback)
Preceded by The Spy Who Loved Me
Followed by You Only Live Twice

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the tenth novel in Ian Fleming‘s James Bond series, first published in the UK by Jonathan Cape on 1 April 1963. The initial and secondary print runs sold out, with over 60,000 books sold in the first month. Fleming wrote the book in Jamaica whilst the first film in the Eon Productions series of films, Dr. No, was being filmed nearby.

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the second book in what is known as the “Blofeld trilogy”, which begins with Thunderball and concluded with You Only Live Twice. The story centres on Bond’s ongoing search to find Ernst Stavro Blofeld after the Thunderball incident; through contact with the College of Arms in London Bond finds Blofeld based in Switzerland. After meeting him and discovering his latest plans, Bond attacks the centre where he is based, although Blofeld escapes in the confusion. Bond meets and falls in love with Contessa Teresa “Tracy” di Vicenzo during the story. The pair marry at the end of the story but Blofeld kills Bond’s wife, hours after the ceremony.

Fleming made a number of revelations about Bond’s character within the book, including showing an emotional side that was not present in the previous stories. In common with Fleming’s other Bond stories, he used the names and places of people he knew or had heard of and Blofeld’s research station on Piz Gloria was based on Schloss Mittersill, which the Nazis had turned into a research establishment examining the Asiatic races.

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service received broadly good reviews in the British and American press. The novel was adapted to run as a three-part story in Playboy in 1963 and then as a daily comic strip in the Daily Express newspaper in 1964–1965. In 1969 the novel was adapted as the sixth film in the Eon Productions James Bond film series and was the only film to star George Lazenby as Bond. In 2014 On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was adapted as a play on BBC Radio, starring Toby Stephens.


For more than a year, James Bond, British Secret Service operative 007, has been involved in “Operation Bedlam”: trailing the private criminal organisation SPECTRE and its leader, Ernst Stavro Blofeld. The organisation had hijacked two nuclear devices and subsequently blackmailed the western world, as described in Thunderball. Convinced SPECTRE no longer exists, Bond is frustrated by MI6’s insistence that he continue the search and his inability to find Blofeld. He composes a letter of resignation for his superior, M.

Whilst composing his letter, Bond encounters a beautiful, suicidal young woman named Contessa Teresa “Tracy” di Vicenzo first on the road and subsequently at the gambling table, where he saves her from a coup de deshonneur by paying the gambling debt she is unable to cover. The following day Bond follows her and interrupts her attempted suicide, but they are captured by professional henchmen. They are taken to the offices of Marc-Ange Draco, head of the Unione Corse, the biggest European crime syndicate. Tracy is the daughter and only child of Draco who believes the only way to save his daughter from further suicide attempts is for Bond to marry her. To facilitate this, he offers Bond a dowry of £1 million (£20 million in 2018 pounds[1]); Bond refuses the offer, but agrees to continue romancing Tracy while her mental health improves.

The College of Arms building in London.

Afterwards Draco uses his contacts to inform Bond that Blofeld is somewhere in Switzerland. Bond returns to England to be given another lead: the College of Arms in London has discovered that Blofeld has assumed the title and name Comte Balthazar de Bleuville and wants formal confirmation of the title and has asked the College to declare him the reigning count.

On a visit to the College of Arms, Bond finds that the family motto of Sir Thomas Bond is “The World Is Not Enough”, and that he might be (though unlikely) Bond’s ancestor. On the pretext that a genetically-inherited minor physical abnormality (a lack of earlobes) needs a personal confirmation, Bond impersonates a College of Arms representative, Sir Hilary Bray, to visit Blofeld’s lair atop Piz Gloria, a fictional mountain top in the Engadin, somewhere between Samedan and Pontresina,[note 1] where he finally meets Blofeld. Blofeld has undergone plastic surgery partly to remove his earlobes, but also to disguise himself from the police and security services who are tracking him down.

Bond learns Blofeld has been curing a group of young British and Irish women of their livestock and food allergies. In truth, Blofeld and his aide, Irma Bunt, have been brainwashing them into carrying biological warfare agents back to Britain and Ireland in order to destroy the agricultural economy, upon which post-World War II Britain depends. Believing himself discovered, Bond escapes by ski from Piz Gloria, chased by SPECTRE operatives, a number of whom he kills in the process. Afterward, in a state of total exhaustion, he encounters Tracy. She is in the town at the base of the mountain after being told by her father that Bond may be in the vicinity. Bond is too weak to take on Blofeld’s henchmen alone and she helps him escape to the airport. Smitten by the resourceful, headstrong woman, he proposes marriage and she accepts. Bond then returns to England and works on the plan to capture Blofeld.

Helped by Draco’s Union Corse, Bond mounts an air assault against the clinic and Blofeld. Whilst the clinic is destroyed, Blofeld escapes down a bobsled run and although Bond gives chase Blofeld escapes. Bond flies to Germany where he marries Tracy. The two of them drive off on honeymoon and, a few hours later, Blofeld and Bunt drive past, machine gunning them: Tracy is killed in the attack.

Characters and themes[edit]

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service contains what the author of “continuation” Bond novels Raymond Benson calls “major revelations” about Bond and his character.[2] These start with Bond’s showing an emotional side, visiting the grave of Casino Royale‘s Vesper Lynd, which he did every year.[2] The emotional side continues with Bond asking Tracy to marry him.[3] The character of Tracy is not as well defined as some other female leads in the Bond canon, but Benson points out that it may be the enigmatic quality that Bond falls in love with.[4] Benson also notes that Fleming gives relatively little information about the character, only how Bond reacts to her.[4]

Academic Christoph Lindner identifies the character of Marc-Ange Draco as an example of those characters who have morals closer to those of the traditional villains, but who act on the side of good in support of Bond; others of this type include Darko Kerim (From Russia, with Love), Tiger Tanaka (You Only Live Twice) and Enrico Colombo (“Risico“).[5] Fellow academic Jeremy Black noted the connection between Draco and World War II; Draco wears the King’s medal for resistance fighters. The war reference is a method used by Fleming to differentiate good from evil and raises a question about “the distinction between criminality and legality”, according to Black.[6]


On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was written in Jamaica at Fleming’s Goldeneye estate in January and February 1962,[7] whilst the first Bond film, Dr. No was being filmed nearby.[8] The first draft of the novel was 196 pages long and called The Belles of Hell.[9] Fleming later changed the title after being told of a nineteenth-century sailing novel called On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, seen by Fleming’s friend Nicholas Henderson in Portobello Road Market.[10]

HMS Repulse on manoeuvres in the 1920s

As with all his Bond books, Fleming used events or names from his life in his writing. In the 1930s, Fleming often visited Kitzbühel in Austria to ski; he once deliberately set off down a slope that had been closed because of the danger of an avalanche. The snow cracked behind him and an avalanche came down, catching him at its end: Fleming remembered the incident and it was used for Bond’s escape from Piz Gloria.[11] Fleming would occasionally stay at the sports club of Schloss Mittersill in the Austrian Alps; in 1940 the Nazis closed down the club and turned it into a research establishment examining the Asiatic races. It was this pseudo-scientific research centre that inspired Blofeld’s own centre of Piz Gloria.[12]

The connection between M and the inspiration for his character, Rear Admiral John Godfrey, was made apparent with Bond visiting Quarterdeck, M’s home. He rings the ship’s-bell for HMS Repulse, M’s last command: it was Godfrey’s ship too.[13] Godfrey was Fleming’s superior officer in Naval Intelligence Division during the war[14] and was known for his bellicose and irascible temperament.[15] During their Christmas lunch, M tells Bond of an old naval acquaintance, a Chief Gunnery Officer named McLachlan. This was actually an old colleague of both Godfrey and Fleming’s in the NID, Donald McLachlan.[8]

The name Hilary Bray was that of an old-Etonian with whom Fleming worked at the stock broking firm Rowe & Pitman,[16] whilst Sable Basilisk was based on “Rouge Dragon” in the College of Arms. Rouge Dragon was the title of heraldic researcher Robin de la Lanne-Mirrlees who asked Fleming not to use the title in the book; in a play on words, Fleming used Mirrlees’s address, a flat in Basil Street, and combined it with a dragon-like creature, a basilisk, to come up with the name.[17] Mirrlees had Spanish antecedents, generally born without earlobes and Fleming used this physical attribute for Blofeld.[16] Mirrlees also discovered that the line of the Bonds of Peckham bears the family motto “The World is Not Enough”, which Fleming appropriated for Bond’s own family.[12]

Fleming also used historical references for some of his names and Marc-Ange Draco’s name is based upon that of El Draco, the Spanish nickname for Sir Francis Drake,[16] a fact also used by J. K. Rowling for the naming of her character Draco Malfoy.[18] For Tracy’s background, Fleming used that of Muriel Wright, a married wartime lover of Fleming’s, who died in an air-raid[19] and Bond’s grief for the loss of his wife is an echo of Fleming’s at the loss of Wright.[20] Fleming did make mistakes in the novel, however, such as Bond ordering a half-bottle of Pol Roger Champagne: Fleming’s friend Patrick Leigh Fermor pointed out that Pol Roger was the only champagne at the time not to be produced in half-bottles.[21]

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the second book in what is called “the Blofeld trilogy”, sitting between Thunderball, where SPECTRE is introduced and You Only Live Twice, where Blofeld is finally killed by Bond.[22] Although Blofeld is present in Thunderball, he directs operations from a distance and as such he and Bond never meet and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service constitutes his and Bond’s first meeting.[2]

Release and reception[edit]

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was published on 1 April 1963 in the UK as a hardcover edition by publishers Jonathan Cape;[23] it was 288 pages long and cost 16 shillings.[24] A limited edition of 250 copies were also printed that were numbered and signed by Fleming.[23] Artist Richard Chopping once again undertook the cover art for the first edition.[23] There were 42,000 advance orders for the hardback first edition[25] and Cape did an immediate second impression of 15,000 copies, selling over 60,000 by the end of April 1963.[26] By the end of 1963 it had sold in excess of 75,000 copies.[27]

The novel was published in America in August by the New American Library,[23] after Fleming changed publishers from Viking Press after The Spy Who Loved Me.[28] The book was 299 pages long and cost $4.50[29] and it topped The New York Times Best Seller list for over six months.[23]


Writing in The Guardian, critic Anthony Berkeley Cox, writing under the name Francis Iles, noted that the two minor grammatical errors he spotted were “likely to spoil no one’s enjoyment”[30] of the novel as he considered that On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was “not only up to Mr. Fleming’s usual level, but perhaps even a bit above it.”[30] Writing in The Guardians sister paper, The Observer Maurice Richardson pondered if there had been “a deliberate moral reformation”[31] of Bond. However, he notes Bond still has his harder side when needed. Richardson also thought that “in reforming Bond Mr. Fleming has reformed his own story-telling which had been getting very loose”.[31] Overall he thought that “O.H.M.S.S. is certainly the best Bond for several books. It is better plotted and retains its insane grip until the end”.[31]

Raymond Mortimer, writing for The Sunday Times, said that “James Bond is what every man would like to be, and what every woman would like between her sheets”;[12] meanwhile the critic for The Times considered that after The Spy Who Loved Me, “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service constitutes a substantial, if not quite a complete, recovery.”[24] In the view of the reviewer, it was enough of a recovery for them to point out that “it is time, perhaps, to forget the much exaggerated things which have been said about sex, sadism and snobbery, and return to the simple, indisputable fact that Mr. Fleming is a most compelling story-teller.”[24] Marghanita Laski, writing in The Times Literary Supplement thought that “the new James Bond we’ve been meeting of late [is] somehow gentler, more sentimental, less dirty.”[32] However, she considered that “it really is time to stop treating Ian Fleming as a Significant Portent, and to accept him as a good, if rather vulgar thriller-writer, well suited to his times and to us his readers.”[32]

The New York Herald Tribune thought On Her Majesty’s Secret Service to be “solid Fleming”,[12] while the Houston Chronicle considered the novel to be “Fleming at his urbanely murderous best, a notable chapter in the saga of James Bond”.[12] Gene Brackley, writing in the Boston Globe wrote that Bond “needs all the quality he can muster to escape alive”[33] from Blofeld’s clutches in the book and this gives rise to “two of the wildest chase scenes in the good guys-bad guys literature”.[33] Regarding the fantastic nature of the plots, Brackley considered that “Fleming’s accounts of the half-world of the Secret Service have the ring of authenticity”[33] because of his previous role with the NID.

Writing for The Washington Post, Jerry Doolittle thought that Bond is “still irresistible to women, still handsome in a menacing way, still charming. He has nerves of steel and thews of whipcord”,[29] even if “he’s starting to look a little older.”[29] Doolittle was fulsome in his praise for the novel, saying “Fleming’s new book will not disappoint his millions of fans”.[29] Writing in The New York TimesAnthony Boucher—described by a Fleming biographer, John Pearson as “throughout an avid anti-Bond and an anti-Fleming man”[34]—was again damning, although even he admitted that “you can’t argue with success”.[35] However, he went on to say that “simply pro forma, I must set down my opinion that this is a silly and tedious novel.”[35] Boucher went on to bemoan that although On Her Majesty’s Secret Service was better than The Spy Who Loved Me, “it is still a lazy and inadequate story”,[35] going on to say that “my complaint is not that the adventures of James Bond are bad literature … but that they aren’t good bad literature”.[35] Boucher finished his review lamenting that “they just aren’t writing bad books like they used to.”[35]

The opposite point of view was taken by Robert Kirsch, writing in the Los Angeles Times, who considered Fleming’s work to be a significant point in fiction, saying that the Bond novels “are harbingers of a change in emphasis in fiction which is important.”[36] The importance, Kirsch claimed, sprung from “a revolution in taste, a return to qualities in fiction which all but submerged in the 20th-century vogue of realism and naturalism”[36] and the importance was such that they were “comparable … only to the phenomenon of Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories”.[36] Kirsch also believed that “with Fleming, … we do not merely accept the willing suspension of disbelief, we yearn for it, we hunger for it.”[36] The critic for Time magazine referred to previous criticism of Fleming and thought that “in Fleming’s latest Bond bombshell, there are disquieting signs that he took the critics to heart”[37] when they complained about “the consumer snobbery of his caddish hero”.[37] The critic mourned that even worse was to follow, however, when “Bond is threatened with what, for an international cad, would clearly be a fate worse than death: matrimony”.[37] However, eventually a “deus ex machina (the machine, reassuringly, is a lethal red Maserati) … saves James Bond from his better self.”[3

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