If you take bits of previous Bond adventures, throw them in a cocktail shaker, and give them an almighty shake, The Man with the Golden Gun is what will pour into your martini glass.
Once again, Bond is sent on a mission that is tantamount to suicide. [See: You Only Live Twice, etc.]
Once again, Bond finds himself in Jamaica kicking around with Felix Leiter. [See: Live and Let Die, Thunderball, etc.]
Once again, Bond is inexplicably hired as an assistant by a villain who doesn’t really need his services for a job that mainly involves listening to bad guys sit around and plan their crimes. [See: Goldfinger]
Once again, Bond ends up on a train fighting for his life. [See: Diamonds are Forever, From Russia with Love, Goldfinger, etc.]
Once again, Bond somehow gets to take the high road even though he’s there to straight-up murder somebody. [See: every other Bond book]
Once again, Bond makes a series of moronic mistakes and yet is carried through on the back of his stupefying good luck. [See: every single Bond book]
Once again, Bond is severely injured and has a long convalescence with a beautiful woman to look forward to. [See: nearly every Bond book]
It’s like a Not-So-Greatest Hits, and it gets boring fast, naked women tied to railroad tracks notwithstanding.