stridette 's review for:

A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
3.0

This book was entertaining enough, which it must always have been, because here we are, still reading it today. It was also extremely silly, which I expect, too, it always has been.

Don't open this book looking for anything deep and meaningful. No such reading was intended. Personalities exist only as justifications for plot points, if at all. Everything comes easy to our hero because he is a Real Man. He gets the girl because that's what this book is for.

Take it for what it is, and it's fun, especially when you grew up reading the books from authors who were only one generation separated from Burroughs. It's like growing up on Metallica and listening to some Black Sabbath for the first time and having that moment of "oh, yeah, I get it".

I deduct stars because, having said all that, it's still not very good to a current-day reader's eyes. Also, I got annoyed every time Carter brushed over the action like "anyway, we fought for half an hour and I kicked ass but you're just going to have to trust me on that". Like, come on, book. Action is all you have going for you. Don't fumble the ball like that.