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One of the most recognizable big-screen stars of the past half-century, Sir Roger Moore played the role of James Bond longer than any other actor. Beginning with the classic Live and Let Die, running through Moonraker and A View to a Kill, Moore brought his finely honed wit and wry charm to one of Hollywood's most beloved and long-lasting characters. Still, James Bond was only one in a lifetime of roles stretching back to Hollywood's studio era, and encompassing stardom in theater and television on both sides of ...

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Overview

One of the most recognizable big-screen stars of the past half-century, Sir Roger Moore played the role of James Bond longer than any other actor. Beginning with the classic Live and Let Die, running through Moonraker and A View to a Kill, Moore brought his finely honed wit and wry charm to one of Hollywood's most beloved and long-lasting characters. Still, James Bond was only one in a lifetime of roles stretching back to Hollywood's studio era, and encompassing stardom in theater and television on both sides of the Atlantic. From The Saint to Maverick, Warner Brothers to MGM, Hollywood to London to extreme locations the world over, Roger Moore's story is one of the last of the classic Hollywood lives as yet untold.

Until now. From the dying days of the studio system and the birth of television, to the quips of Noël Coward and David Niven, to the bedroom scenes and outtakes from the Bond movies, Moore has seen and heard it all. Nothing is left out—especially the naughty bits. The "special effects" by which James Bond unzipped a dress with a magnet; the spectacular risks in The Spy Who Loved Me's opening scene; and Moore's preparation for facing down villains (he would imagine they all have halitosis): the stories in My Word is My Bond are priceless.

Throughout his career, Moore hobnobbed with the glamorous and powerful, counting Elizabeth Taylor, Jane Seymour, and Cary Grant among his contemporaries and friends. Included are stories of a foul-mouthed Milton Berle, a surly Richard Burton, and a kindhearted Richard Kiel, infamous as Bond enemy Jaws.

As much as it is Moore's own exceptional story, My Word is My Bond is a treasure trove of Hollywood history.

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Who among us can begrudge Roger Moore this almost predictable memoir title? The London-born actor stopped playing James Bond in 1985, but his seven 007 films have left an indelible mark on his many fans. (As they should: Moore's 12-year film stint as the covert agent remains the longest on record.) In My Word Is My Bond, Moore discusses his television and film careers; the scathing criticism of his acting ability; his marriages, affairs, and sudden breakups; and his long association with UNICEF.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061980411
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/6/2009
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 228,117
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Sir Roger Moore is a living legend, actor, and humanitarian. He lives in England.

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My Word is My Bond
A Memoir

Chapter One

The Early Years

'I was an only child. You see, they achieved perfection first time round'

It was just after midnight on 14 October 1927, when Lily Moore (née Pope) gave birth to a twenty-three-inch-long baby boy at a maternity hospital in Jeffreys Road, Stockwell, London SW8. The baby's father, George Alfred Moore, was twenty-three and a police constable stationed at Bow Street. Of course, I'm only quoting this from hearsay. I was much too young to recall such a momentous event as my entry to this world.

I was christened Roger George Moore and we lived about a mile from the hospital, on Aldebert Terrace, London 5W8. I was to be the Tcouple's only child.You see, they achieved perfection first time round.

I don't remember what the fiat on Aldebert Terrace was like, we moved before I was old enough to absorb my surroundings. However, I do remember our new home: it was a third-floor flat 200 yards away in Albert Square—number four, I think. It had two bedrooms and a living room-cum-kitchen. I remember the mantelpiece seeming so high to me; above it was a mirror and the only way I could see my reflection was to stand on the bench positioned along the opposite wall.

Life was happy in Albert Square. It's funny how little things stick in your mind: the beautiful smell of freshly cut wood from the timberyard next to our garden. To this day I can visualize the two gas brackets on either side of the mirror in the living room. There was no electricity, you see, and these were our only means of light. The china mantles gave off a lohissing illumination. It was a comforting sound and one I associated with being home in the bosom of my family. The main source of heating was a coal fire. Oh, how this schoolboy's bare legs would be red-mottled on the shin side from sitting too close to the burning coals; especially when making toast with a long-handled fork.We'd spread beef dripping on it, oh what joy! When I was a little older, I took pleasure in helping my mother black-lead the grate. I was a very obliging child. Illness played a great—and unwelcome—role in my early life. Mumps were soon followed by a raging sore throat, and it was decided that I should have my tonsils removed and adenoids scraped at the same time. I wasn't really too sure what this would entail, but was promised that when I woke up from the tonsillectomy I would be fed ice cream. That alone would make my stay in hospital worthwhile, I decided.

Wearing only a little surgical gown and bed socks, I was placed on a trolley, rolled down a corridor and pushed into a lift, its sliding trellisdoors seeming very sinister. (I'd only ever been in a lift once before, at Gamages Department Store in Holborn, and that was a much happier occasion, when Mum took me to the toy department to meet Santa Claus.) As we descended in the hospital lift, I felt sure it was to the place where naughty children went if they couldn't go to heaven. Sunday school had obviously left its mark. I still vividly remember looking up from the operating table upon which I'd been placed, at the big, round lights glowering down at me and the people wearing green masks standing all around. A lady with a sieve filled with cotton wool gazed down into my eyes and then placed the sieve over my face. I felt suffocated by a strong foul-sweet odour, which pulled me down into a long tunnel with yellow and red rings flying at my face. The sound—which I can still hear in my imagination today—was a boom-barn-boom-barn, gradually getting faster and faster as I fell down into hell.

My next recollection was of the smell growing fainter and the boom-barns replaced by the soft murmur of nurses' voices. I was back on the ward. Then I was sick. I never did get the ice cream they had promised. I was deeply disappointed at the time, but looking on the bright side it might have been strawberry flavour, which I hate.

Aged five, I started school at Hackford Road Elementary. A fifteen-minute walk from Albert Square: turn right on Clapham Road, go to Durand Gardens, cross the main road, trot round the Gardens and there was the school—three floors high, red-brick with large tall windows and surrounded by a red-brick wall.

I don't remember being left at the gates by my mother or indeed anything about my first sight of the classroom and the other boys and girls. I do, however, recall finding myself in the boys' urinal and being forced to stand facing the dark grey wall, with a trough at the base, with my legs wide apart as some senior ruffians took turns to see whether or not they could aim between them without splashing my bare legs. English schoolboys' short trousers left plenty of room between the top of the socks and the bottom of the trousers for the exercise. I can still see my mother waiting at the school gates that first day as I exited the playground, walking with my red-raw knees wide apart thanks to the stream of bubbling warm pee that did not quite make it between them. 'Tut-tut-tut she said, as I recounted my first day's ordeal.

It reminds me of a sign I later saw in toilets:

Your head may be in the air, young man,
Your thoughts away as you enter;
But spare a thought for the floor young man,
And direct your stream to the centre.

One evening when we were walking home from school, I told Mum that some boys who had seen her drop me at the gates had asked, 'Was that your mum? She's a great-looking tart!' I didn't know what they meant. Mum was horrified, not at being described as great-looking but a tart! Really!

My Word is My Bond
A Memoir
. Copyright © by Sir Roger Moore. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted April 10, 2010

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    Love this book

    I really enjoyed reading this book. Roger Moore is funny and I felt as though I was sitting in the room talking with him.

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  • Posted February 21, 2010

    An Extraordinary Man's Life That Is Worth Reading About....

    Roger Moore's life story is an easy biography to get into. He tells his story with that same endearing touch of charm and humor he used to portray his most memorable roles as movie's James Bond and TV's Simon Templeton.
    You will find out among other things he was multi-talented, as the sketch he did of his own children demonstrates. I enjoyed the book from beginning to end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2009

    James Bond II

    Roger Moore's autobiography was a fun read. It's not intellectually challenging or inspirational but entertaining with its observations and antecdotes. His career in general was interesting. Who knew he did anything besides Bond? This is a book to read on the beach duirng vacation or when you can spend time in the park under a tree.

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

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    Secret Agent

    I read an article of the Book,
    I through what they said wasi it. When I got the book I was very happy.
    It gave a very detail acount of his role in TV, and Movies, as well his work with UNCEF. A must under rated starr, still Entertains.

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  • Posted March 17, 2009

    Entertaining read from Moore...Roger Moore

    This auobiography by Roger Moore is an entertaing book. The story is lively and well told. His behind the scenes tales are a lot of fun to read. Spend an evening with Sir Roger Moore you will learn about some of the James Bond films and some interesting stories about his work on TV shows like The Saint and Maverick.
    Enjoy !!

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  • Posted March 16, 2009

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    Moore not less

    I must admit that I purchased this book on a whim at a very favorable price. I knew of Roger Moore of the Saint and Persuaders TV shows and Bond films and was interested in hearing about those exploits from the man himself. I was pleasantly surprised to read about a bloke from south London with a penchant for saucy humor and practical jokes that lucked into a career in acting. At times howlingly funny and sometimes poignant in his wistfulness Sir Roger recalls his 80-plus years in the world as a regular Joe, an actor and an ambassador for UNICEF. It was a very a very revealing protrait of a multi-faceted human being.

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