A Game of Comedy, Espionage, and Blunt Head Trauma
From the introduction:
You’re a quiet, single guy or girl with unassuming tastes. For the past several years you have taken your annual summer holiday by yourself at Pecan Lodge on Quail Bay, a modest but comfortable beach-side resort along the Georgia coast. You enjoy partaking of the seafood at the Red Lobster next door, drinking thin G&Ts at the hotel bar, taking moonlit strolls along the beach, and wading up to your knees in the tepid waters of the western Atlantic.
But this year, it has decided to rain non-stop. You find yourself cooped up in your room with nothing to do but stare out the window at the drizzle and read a moth-eaten paperback copy of Goldfinger that somebody left in the hotel sauna.
Those old Bond novels are actually kind of fun. You’ve just reached the point at which the first corpse is uncovered when you decide to call down to room service for a nice salad. You get up out of your wicker chair, take a few steps toward the phone, and step on your abandoned pair of beach sandals. In the nasty spill that follows, you hit your head on a dresser and are rendered unconscious.
When you awake a few minutes later, you find to your surprise that you are no longer whoever you formerly thought you were. The heavy concussion you’ve experienced has succeeded in persuading you that you’re actually James Bond! And you have a vital mission to fulfill at this seemingly placid American hotel. So slip out of your reverie, 007 - there’s no time to lose!