Fantastic Voyages

I try to re-read Burroughs once every five years. Of course, possessed of the complete collection, that also means Tarzan, Carson of venus, Pellucidar, etc. Not counting the “unfinished works” that surfaced about 8 years ago, that’s 78 volumes of thrilling adventure.

What bliss!

What fascinated me as a young boy amused me in my 20s, and somewhat horrified me in the 30s. ERB was truly a product of his times (A Princess of Mars, The Gods of Mars, and Warlord of Mars were written 1911-1914, but at least his heroines had their moments of independent bravery and strength.

Until, of course, there was a scantily clad Englishman or American at hand, Then they’d melt like butter. All told, I’m going with a Moon Maid or Red Martian woman. At least they’ll live forever, barring accidents. And just as likely to gut Zodangan as look at them.

Although I count my first Science Fiction experience as a reading of the Wizard of OZ, I really was not a “fan” until my Uncle Karl reached out ot a despondent, disillusioned young boy with a slim volume containing the exploits of Captain John Carter of Virginia.

No regrets.

And better yet, I think I’ve figured out what I’m doing this weekend.