The Official Secrets Act has been compromised. MI6 has learned that James Bond 007 had a literary agent who was responsible for bringing most of the famous agent’s printed exploits to the world. The man has been identified as one Peter Janson-Smith, known to the publishing world in the United Kingdom as one of the most reputable, honest, and business-savvy authors’ representatives in the country. Fortunately, CommanderBond.net has obtained the security clearance necessary for an exclusive interview with Janson-Smith.
Written by Raymond Benson
When asked how he became a literary agent, Janson-Smith explains that any ex-members of Oxford university serving in the army during World War II were entitled free of charge to have on demobilization the services of an employment appointments board. It was December 1946 and Janson-Smith had just been released from his service as a major—a radar specialist in charge of an anti-aircraft battery that was part of London’s defenses against the Germans.
“I went to see these nice people and informed them of my wish to work in publishing,” Janson-Smith relates. “Lo and behold, the chap I was talking to looked up something and said, ‘Oh, yes, the Oxford University Press wants someone to take charge of Bible sales in Africa.’ I said, ‘No, thank you very much.’ As there wasn’t much else on offer there, I started to leave; but the man said, ‘Hold on, I just had a letter, it’s somewhere on my desk. Man says he’s a literary agent; I don’t know what that is, but it sounds like something to do with publishing.’” Indeed, the letter was from A. D. Peters, a famous literary agent in England. He was looking for an ex-service man to be his assistant. “So I wrote to A. D. Peters and had an interview. And he took me on! That was in London, and I was paid seven pounds a week.”
The rest, as they say, is history. It took another ten years, some of them at Curtis Brown, before Janson-Smith struck out on his own as an agent; but once he did, he represented some of Britain’s best known authors, including Ian Fleming, Eric Ambler, Anthony Burgess, and Richard Holmes, the now-famous literary biographer.
Janson-Smith was born September 5, 1922, in a little village called Navestock in Essex, which is now more or less overtaken by the sprawl of greater London. His father, Edgar Janson-Smith, was the vicar of the Church of England there, and his mother, Alice Whitney, was from County Wexford in Southern Ireland.
“The hyphenated name was a result of my father wishing to please his future in-laws,” Janson-Smith says. “When he was born, he was given the name Edgar Janson Smith, with no hyphen. Janson was my father’s mother’s family name and they originally came from Yorkshire. Actually it was I’anson, but it became Janson. At that time there was much more snobbery around, and Smith was not considered a particularly suitable name for a lady. My mother’s family thought, ‘What, she’s going to marry a Smith?’ But then they learnt of the Janson and considered that was rather nice, so my father changed his surname. It was quite easy to do then and from then on he would be known as Janson-Smith; but he didn’t drop Janson as a Christian name, so he actually became Edgar Janson Janson-Smith!”
When he was around three years old, Janson-Smith’s family moved to Wimborne St. Giles in Dorset, which he describes as a wonderful and beautiful place to spend his childhood years. He was shipped off to Salisbury in Wiltshire at the age of eight to prepatory school. In the old English tradition, unless one lived in London, a child became a boarder, living there for the whole term and going home only for holidays. “We had an extraordinary headmaster who was a canon, a priest of the Church of England, but that didn’t stop him from having some pretty disgusting habits,” Janson-Smith remembers. “He was a sadist and he used to beat the younger boys regularly. He would give us some task to do like learning a poem and give us thirty minutes to do so, and if you didn’t learn it he would beat you. Of course, knowing you would probably be beaten, you couldn’t learn it. This dreadful man used to make us take our trousers down so he could beat us—what he really wanted was to have a good look at young boys’ arses!” Janson-Smith recalls the headmaster’s sharp and sudden end very well. “One of my friends, a contemporary of mine, was the son of a famous New Zealand general. He was one of the boys who had been beaten and he told his father. The general appeared in full uniform, carrying a horsewhip. He called out, ‘Where are you? Out! Out!’ and went into the headmaster’s study. Everyone could hear the whip cracking. Well, the headmaster resigned the next day!” The school was then taken over by the assistant headmaster. “He was a wonderful man,” Janson-Smith says. “He taught me all the basics. I was quite a good Latin scholar, but my main subject of interest was mathematics.”
Public school was next (Janson-Smith laughs, saying, “A public school means it’s private!”). At the age of fourteen, he went to Sherborne, in Dorset. In a public school there is what is called Sixth Form, which is like American high school. Once there, students are prepared to go to university. “I actually enjoyed the annual examinations,” Janson-Smith recalls. “I liked sitting exams. There were other boys who did better than me during the term, but as I enjoyed exams I didn’t get stressed when I took them, so I did very well at them. I was still there when the war broke out.”
Janson-Smith went to university in March 1941. While attending St. Edmond Hall at Oxford, he volunteered to join the Royal Artillery, knowing he’d be then allowed to finish his examinations and wouldn’t be called up until then. Janson-Smith obtained what was called a Wartime Degree, allowing him to finish in less than half the normal time, and he didn’t go back after the war. When at Sherborne he switched from science and mathematics to English Language and Literature, he remembered the headmaster of the school (“Another religious madman”) saying, “What’s all this I hear about you wanting to read English at Oxford? English is your own language, boy, you don’t have to study that!” Janson-Smith explained to him that it was the Literature he was learning about, but the man didn’t seem to grasp that—all he could fathom was rugby football.
At the end of June 1942, Janson-Smith joined the army. He was posted to an officer training unit in Wales and emerged in January of ’43 as a 2nd Lieutenant. He was posted to an anti-aircraft battery in London and became part of the defenses of the city for the duration of the conflict. “I saw no action face-to-face, but quite a lot of bombs were being dropped on us, as well as the V-1s, the flying bombs, you know.” Janson-Smith became the regiment’s adjutant and later a major in charge of a battery. “I became the radar specialist, and it was very interesting. I didn’t understand it completely, it didn’t make me an electronics expert by any means, but I did learn it well enough to operate the equipment and train other people.”
The gun emplacement was built behind a pub that had been wired up with alarms, so the men could be in the pub and jump into action when needed. The place was run by an elderly couple whose son was away in the army, so they came out of retirement to run the establishment. “One night the whole top of the roof was blown off by a bomb. As soon as the alert was over, we rushed in to see what had happened and found the wonderful old couple there. They had candles on the bar and pints lined up for us. They refused to close the pub. ‘No,’ they said, ‘our boys in the army, they need their pub.’ So they moved in to the basement where all the barrels were so that they could keep the pub open, even though it didn’t have a roof!”
Janson-Smith didn’t come up for release from the army until the end of 1946. It was then that he became a trainee literary agent for the aforementioned A. D. Peters. His duties were more or less everything to start with, and then he became interested in translation and foreign rights. He eventually specialized in that, although in the very early days as an agent for Peters, Janson-Smith did actually place with Methuen the first book by Bryan Forbes, who later became famous not as a writer but as a film director (Whistle Down the Wind, Séance on a Wet Afternoon).
The relationship with Peters was a rocky one, mainly due to circumstances. The agent had lost his son only a few days before the end of the war; the young man had been due to inherit the literary agency. “So, of course, every time Peters looked at me, he was thinking, ‘That’s not my son and should be.’ So I could never do anything right and he never taught me anything. But there’s no better way to learn a job than being thrown in at the deep end, and I remember very early on having a very angry Evelyn Waugh on the telephone while Peters was away, and I had to placate him.”
Janson-Smith stayed with A. D. Peters until then end of 1949 and then joined Curtis Brown as the manager of the foreign language department. “I thoroughly enjoyed that,” he says. “I can’t claim to be fluent in any other language, but I can read French with ease—my spoken French is dreadful—and it’s the other way around with German. Because I was never taught, I just picked it up, so I can get by with German; but I can’t read it easily except for contracts, for which I know all the technical terms and so forth.”
The young agent started selling Eric Ambler’s translation rights in 1952 and eventually got to know him and other Curtis Brown authors. One day in the summer of 1956, Ambler asked Janson-Smith why he went on working with that “extraordinary man” Spencer Curtis Brown and suggested that Janson-Smith go off on his own. Knowing that one had to have an amazing piece of luck on one’s own for the first two or three years, Janson-Smith answered that he couldn’t afford it. Ambler offered to loan the necessary money and become Janson-Smith’s first star client.
Over the years, the young agent amassed a respectable stable of authors, including Richard Holmes, who has achieved great success as a biographer of major figures of British and French Romanticism. Gavin Maxwell was a notable author of non-fiction, best known for the international best-seller, Ring of Bright Water. Anthony Burgess was a client for a short time, and in fact, it was Janson-Smith who sold the publication rights to A Clockwork Orange in the early sixties.
“I selected mostly non-fiction authors, especially historians who wrote for the non-academic reader. For example, for Alan Palmer I negotiated a four-book contract which enabled him to give up his job as a school teacher and become a full time writer. I never acted for an author whose work I did not know well or did not admire.”
In September of ’56, Janson-Smith received a phone call from Ian Fleming. The erudite Etonian said, “I was at a dinner party recently and I mentioned that my British publishers, who control all rights in my novels except for the American, had not done a very good job selling James Bond internationally.” (At this point there had been three 007 novels published by Jonathan Cape Ltd.) Fleming went on to say that although Bond was very English, he thought the character should have a very international appeal. Apparently Eric Ambler had been at the dinner and told him that Janson-Smith made him more money from foreign language rights than from British ones and made the referral. “So here I am ringing you,” Fleming continued. “Why don’t you come to tea at Kemsley House and let’s have a chat.”
The meeting with James Bond’s creator went very well. Fleming didn’t at that time want an agent for British rights, as he handled those himself. He also had an American agent just for that market, but he told Janson-Smith, “You can have all my foreign translation rights as of today.”
Immediately after the meeting, Janson-Smith rang up a Dutch publisher called Abs Bruna and said, “I have an author for you who is going to make you a lot of money.” The agent proposed a contract for the first four Bond titles with good royalties but not much in the way of an advance. The publisher signed up and later bought each novel as it came out—and they’ve never been out of print in The Netherlands since.
Janson-Smith eventually came to handle Fleming’s dealings with the author’s British publisher beginning with the short story collection For Your Eyes Only (published in 1960) and also took care of serializations in the Daily Express. Fleming had already sold the rights in the first four books for the comic strip published in the newspaper, which began in 1957. “It’s amazing that you’ll find many famous authors at the time, even when they had agents, would go off and sell something on their own. Later on I had a real battle with the Daily Express because he’d sold the serial rights in the early ones for an outright sum. Fortunately they sold the comic book rights, which they certainly did not have, to a Swedish publisher. When I found out, they said, ‘Look, it was a mistake and we hope it doesn’t spoil our relationship. Can we come to some accommodation?’ And I said, ‘Yes, I can convert your illegal sale to a legal one on the basis that it’s clear that what you bought outright is what Ian thought he was selling, and that is the right to print your own strip in the newspaper, and we have to have new terms for the future.”
Despite working with Fleming for not quite a decade before the author’s untimely death, Janson-Smith never really got to know him well. “Ian kept his acquaintances in compartments. He had a separate agent for his film rights and separate friendships for other activities such as his ownership of the periodical The Book Collector. Our meetings were always at Fleming’s office in Mitre Court, off Fleet Street. I’d sit down and start to tell him what was happening, but in those later years he wasn’t very well and had a short attention span. Usually after about ten minutes, he’d say, ‘Well, that’s all absolutely marvelous, you don’t need to tell me any more. I rely on you absolutely, you do what you think is right and I’ll sign the contract.’ I never socialized with him except at a couple of parties, like the Dr. No premiere party, which was naturally full of film people. I suddenly noticed that there was Ian sitting all by himself—nobody seemed to know who he was! So I sat down and we chatted.”
Not long before he died, Fleming sold fifty-one per cent of Glidrose, his company to which his copyrights were assigned, to Booker, a conglomerate that later came to own shares in several author estates. Janson-Smith joined the Board of Directors of Glidrose at that point. “Ian’s wife Ann was against the sale,” Janson-Smith said. “She was completely paranoid, she hated Jock Campbell, the head of Booker, for some reason. She was convinced everyone was out to swindle Ian. It’s absolutely untrue. If he hadn’t done this, quite apart from the tax in the U.K., he would have had to pay some vast figure in America. I remember I had to go to the U.S. and talk to their Internal Revenue people and convince them that Glidrose was a legitimate company. Our lawyer and I spoke to the IRS representative, and we let him go on until he contradicted himself. At that point our lawyer told the man that he was ‘out of his cotton-picking mind’ and no more was heard of the IRS claim to tax on the basis that Glidrose was not a genuine company.”
After Ian Fleming’s death in 1964, Wren and Michael Howard of Jonathan Cape became his literary executors. After their deaths, this passed to Glidrose. Along with Janson-Smith, Ian’s brother Peter Fleming was also on the board. Janson-Smith later became the Chairman of Glidrose, which changed its name after some time to Ian Fleming (Glidrose) Publications Ltd. (and “Glidrose” was dropped at the end of the nineties). At some point in the late sixties, it was decided to commission a new James Bond novel and Glidrose approached Kingsley Amis. His 007 novel Colonel Sun was published in 1968 under the pseudonym Robert Markham. “Ann was against it,” Janson-Smith says. “She hated Kingsley Amis, she thought he was one of those kitchen sink lefties who would ruin the image of Bond and so on, which is ironic because Kingsley became an extremely conservative old gentleman, but Peter Fleming persuaded Ann that it should be done. Kingsley was the obvious author because he was known to be a fan (his very complimentary review of Casino Royale in the Times Literary Supplement was probably the first to recognize that an important new author had arrived) and he’d also written The James Bond Dossier, so it was quite clear he understood it all.” There was some speculation over the years that Amis had finished Fleming’s posthumously-published novel The Man with the Golden Gun. “I know that many people say this, but I don’t think he did. The Howards thought the book clearly needed editing and they consulted Kingsley, but it was a completed manuscript, so to say he ‘finished’ it is wrong.”
The seventies brought no new James Bond novels aside from a couple of oddities. John Pearson wrote a fictional “biography” of the character entitled James Bond—the Authorized Biography of 007, published in 1973. “It’s never been considered part of the series,” Janson-Smith says. “It has been a very underrated book. I think it’s very good. Originally Pearson’s idea was that Bond was dead and so this was a complete biography, a clear indication that he wanted to write a book as if this was it and that was the end of Bond. I put my foot down and said, ‘No, you’ve got to have Bond in retirement being interviewed or reminiscing to a friend.’ Secondly, novelizations of the films The Spy Who Loved Me and Moonraker were penned by Christopher Wood in 1977 and 1979, respectively. “We had no hand in that other than we told the film people that we were going to exert our legal right to handle the rights in the books. They chose Christopher Wood because he was one of the screenwriters at the time, and they decided what he would be paid. We got our instructions on that, but from then on, these books-of-the-films became like any other Bond novel—we controlled the publication rights.”
In 1980, Glidrose hired John Gardner to continue the 007 series. Janson-Smith explains that they had asked H. R. F. Keating, a well-known and highly praised mystery writer, to come up with a short list of authors who might be right to carry on. “It turned out that of them we liked John Gardner’s work, so we sounded him out. We asked if he’d be prepared to write two chapters so we could see. Then he did an outline, which we always insisted upon. Despite Cape not being all that keen, they obviously didn’t want any other publisher to do it. So we signed up John. We got a perfectly satisfactory but not brilliant contract with Cape, but we got a marvelous contract with Putnam, and that happened because I was talking to Peter Israel in Frankfurt. He said he’d just lost a big name author from one imprint in their group and said he had a hunch that the right author to replace him is whoever it is that’s writing Bond. ‘Well, it will cost you, Peter,’ I said. We worked out a very unusual contract which had very low royalties on the hardcover provided that they put X thousand dollars in publicity, and that if it sold more than X, then they would pay an exceptionally high royalty on the paperback. And it worked. They had that promotion guarantee in the contract for the first four books, which of course were the ones that made the New York Times best-seller lists. After that, some reason, the sales fell off as the years went on.”
After ushering in Gardner’s replacement in 1996 (Raymond Benson, the author of this article) and overseeing Benson’s first five (out of six) Bond novels, Janson-Smith retired. The Fleming family had recently bought back the fifty-one per cent of the shares of the company owned by Booker, and the new millennium brought about changes in Ian Fleming Publications’ board of directors. There were all kinds of new directions in which they wanted to take the literary Bond.
During his time with Booker and Glidrose, Janson-Smith was also, for some years, a Family Director of Agatha Christie Ltd. and was responsible for the Booker part interest in the works of Georgette Heyer. “When Heyer’s son bought back all rights to his mother’s books, he appointed me his agent. I fulfilled that duty until I founded the Ampersand Agency with Peter Buckman and then I entrusted the Heyer estate to the agency.”
Additionally, Janson-Smith was, until his retirement on 1st December 2009, for over thirty years the Executive Trustee of the Pooh Properties Trust (i.e. Winnie the Pooh) and was even longer the senior treasurer of the Royal Literary Fund (and for two years its President). He still acts as a consultant with the Ampersand Agency, has participated in the selection of the Steel Dagger Award nominations (an award created in honor of Ian Fleming), and is the President of the Ian Fleming Foundation. Having been married three times (Janson-Smith has four children, seven grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren), he currently lives a reasonably quiet life in London with his fourth partner, Lili Pohlmann (whose late husband, Eric Pohlmann, was coincidentally an actor who voiced the unseen character of Bond’s nemesis Ernst Stavro Blofeld in the film From Russia With Love).
“At age eighty-seven,” Janson-Smith says, “it is time to call it a day, but I am still a consultant where my experience has a value. I suppose you could say I’m on the ‘inactive duty’ list of the Double-O section!”