Ian Fleming. 
 
New American Library: 1964. First American edition. Hardcover in a jacket. Octavo. Wrinkling along the top of the jacket. Small tears on the jacket's crown and in the corners connecting the panels and the spine. Soiling on the jacket, and a water stain along its bottom. A few spots of soiling on the red top stain of the text block. Wrinkling on the crown and heel of the book's spine. Slightly cocked.  240 pages. Very good. 
 
The twelfth Fleming adventure in the canon. 007's about to be cashiered from Her Majesty's Secret Service for having bungled two assignments after the death of the beautiful Tracy, his wife of one day. Unless he can pull off a mission in Japan, featuring a suicide garden, a pool of piranha, and the gorgeous Kissy Suzuki, Bond is finished. Fuckup Bond, widower Bond, Bond in the mysterious Orient  - one or two of these might be the Bond you need right now. 
 
"'Then good night, my dear Bondo-san. The night will be short, alas, but if you embrace it fully, it will be totally delightful up to the last squirm of ecstasy. And,' Tiger gave a malicious wave of the hand as he went out and closed the partition, 'you will arise from it as what is known as "a new man."'"