This book is a romp, with heart-stopping thrills aplenty as they traverse the Normandy countryside, seeking out members of the Resistance and British sympathisers. Lemming, meanwhile, is more concerned with an unshaved chin, not having clean underwear and a dwindling supply of cigarettes. Margaux, in all of this, is the boss, while Lemming stumbles from one mistake to the next. Ian Fleming and James Bond are never mentioned, but the parallels are deliberate. The comedy comes from Lemming's stumbling inexperience and his discomfort of not having the trappings of the civilised life he led in London.
Every few pages the pair encounter seemingly insurmountable problems which Margaux resolves. Gradually there is a rapport between them, and Lemming reassesses his opinion of women. A female spy (every bit as resourceful as James Bond, if not more so) is a clever deceit. The whole premise of the book is a take on the macho Bond novels, and the treatment of woman they contain. Lemming, is, of course, Fleming, and Margaux is a female Bond, without the about-town sophistication.
Even though it's a romp, there is a serious side to the book. The pair are in Nazi-held France, and if they are discovered, they will be shot. Margaux has a ruthless, calculating side that women in most crime novels and thrillers lack. This is a splendid read that makes you laugh, think, and even squirm a bit.