The Man With The Golden Gun by Ian Fleming
One of many of these glorious 1960s pulpesque polpique paperbacks - Watch here, how I confuse the myriad stories which we diligently watched on VHS on Sunday afternoons as the groan ups' Sunday lunches turned into dinners. It was us, the Lewises and the Clennetts, before divorce, death and estrangement. Those were the days, as we the children sat agog infront of those deep old television sets, watching spaceships eat other spaceships, blossoms, tarantulas, flirtation and Roger Moore with too much makeup.
This little one has Scaramanga written on the front cover, where it says 'name' no less
This is Pan, 1967 (originally published 1965, Jonathan Cape)