I read all the Ian Fleming novels back when I first discovered the Bond films. High literature isn’t how I would describe them. Fun spy thrillers set mostly in the 1950s post war era is what they are. Great for page turning in bed or on a couch with some munchies. In the later novels the books edged into the fantastic and bizarre which I would say Dr. No did. The movies eventually took that as well and went even further. I never thought they would be studied as literature at some point in the future.
I read them all in the 60s and 70s. I heard something a while back about bowdlerized editions coming out, so maybe I’d best collect the originals while I can.
I'm sure there are already academics who've published unreadable articles analyzing the Teletubbies and Barney the Dinosaur.