On February 5, 1964, spy novelist Ian Fleming was sojourning at his Jamaican estate, Goldeneye, when his housekeeper delivered a startling message: James Bond was at the door. It wasn't a prank; years earlier, Fleming "stole" the name James Bond from an esteemed American ornithologist, and the real Mr. Bond finally came knocking. This quirky illustrated biography— of a man born to privilege who traded the finance industry for life in the wild, before becoming inextricably tied to the world's most famous spy—is a rare bird indeed.