Well, yes, I do think that is the implication. (And I agree it is a first-class ticket to Therapytown.) What continually amazes me is that they got THOSE MOVIES out of that source. Like, okay, they didn't freak your shit right out? You thought they would be fun?

I haven't read the Pussy Galore one, just the first two or three. (And actually, I still think the only one worth my time was Casino Royale. Sharpest distillation of Fleming's particular brand of crazy, best setting, most interesting use of postwar Europe.)