While some believed that author Ian Fleming must have lived a life as exciting and adventurous as his famed literary creation, James Bond, nothing could have been further from the truth. Though certain lines of fact and fiction were definitely blurred - both character and author were consummate womanizers, though the latter was far more sadomasochistic - Fleming was a far cry from the super agent secretly dispatched to take care of Britain's more complicated Cold War problems. Even Fleming's own involvement with an intelligence agency during World War II was nothing more than glorified desk work. Fleming's life was a touch eccentric, however, what with his many affairs with women, late nights in French casinos and a relentless diet of booze and cigarettes. But it was an intense desire to live up to expectations far exceeding his abilities - coupled with an incredible thirst for high-adventure - that prompted the grandson of a Scottish financier to create the ruthless secret agent that graced the pages of his pulp novels in the 1950s. If nothing else, Fleming lived a vicarious life through Bond, one that gave the author an escape from the realization that his own existence was rather mundane.