Showing posts with label Edgar Rice Burroughs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edgar Rice Burroughs. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Short Reviews: September 2013. Princess of Mars

Princess of Mars, Edgar Rice Burroughs, ISBN: 978-1598531657 (Library of America hc reprint) 
Re-read September 18, 2013

I love John Carter so much.  
Only noticed two typos in this edition, one instance of "I" leading off a sentence instead of "is," and one where "throat" was "thoat" (which second mistake I'm much more forgiving of in this particular story where "thoat" is a valid wordchoice of itself.


I only wish there were better hc options for the rest of the series.  I hate having mismatched sets, but this one was so pretty I couldn't pass it up, especially since it had a lovely Tarzan reprint as it's buddy.  I think I'll probably re-read that one this week.  I'm apparently on a Burroughs kick.   

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Land that Time Forgot, Edgar Rice Burroughs

The Land that Time Forgot, Edgar Rice Burroughs.  Nelson Doubleday, 1946
(no ISBN; hardcover book-club edition, movie tie-in trilogy compilation.)

Individual titles of the series: The Land that Time Forgot, The People that Time Forgot, Out of Time's Abyss.  Originally published in 1918.

I love the Barsoom books, and Tarzan is just fun, but somehow I never got around to these, so when I saw this absolutely awesome yellow and red hc published to promote the film (which I also want to see now, because I like hurting myself) I just had to have it.   (again, props to the Greenville Really Big Book Sale!)

Somewhere near Antarctica, there's a giant cliff-walled island.  Inside that undiscovered country is the freakiest weird-ass version of evolution I've ever seen in science fiction.  I won't spoil it, but it's seriously weird, and really impressive as a world-building conceit.  I have to give the guy props for going there in 1918 - I have neighbors in South Carolina in 2013 who can't deal with the concept, so it's a little dizzy-making to think about how ahead of the curve Burroughs was. 

Usual quibbles apply - the men are heroes, the women are victims (but at least once in each book they save themselves temporarily, or serve more of a function than looking pretty or delicate) and the villains are villainous.  The one scene with the cowboy "taming" a wild horse made me flashback to Jean Auel and my eyes near about rolled out of my head, but otherwise it was fun, fast, and seriously weird.  

The writing and plotting is about on the same level as the Barsoom series, but a little more manageable due to the length differences.  This is like a nice evening meal, that is more like an enormous southern Thanksgiving.  Either way, you're going to be eating good for a while.