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The Warlord of Mars
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
John Carter returns to rescue his wife from her horrible fate. In disguise, Carter infiltrates the enemy where he witnesses some sort of injustice, to which his blood boils, his natural fighting man instincts take over, and so he employs his unique fighting style which, much to his surprise and dismay, is instantly recognized by the enemy and said enemy sees through his disguise and escapes (with Carter's wife in tow) while Carter is busy battling other evildoers (which often results in Carter being knocked unconscious or left for dead).
Carter then gives chase and infiltrates the enemy where he witnesses some sort of injustice, to which his blood boils, his natural fighting man instincts take over, and so he employs his unique fighting style which, much to his surprise (again) and dismay, is instantly recognized by the enemy and said enemy sees through his disguise and escapes (with Carter's wife in tow) while Carter is busy battling other evildoers.
Carter then gives chase and infiltrates the enemy where he witnesses some sort of injustice, to which his blood boils, his natural fighting man instincts take over, and so he employs his unique fighting style which, much to his surprise (yet again) and dismay, is instantly recognized by the enemy and said enemy sees through his disguise and escapes (with Carter's wife in tow) while Carter is busy battling other evildoers.
Wash, rinse and repeat this cycle about eight more times and you've pretty much got the entire book. I was very disappointed that this book fell into such a repetitive rut (which really started in novel #2) and quickly grew tired of the overly predictable nature of the book. With every battle Carter is about to be overwhelmed when suddenly his friends magically appear out of nowhere and ride in to his assistance. This happens over and over and over again. I felt like Burroughs wasn't even trying anymore.
While I very much enjoyed the first of the Barsoom series, the second quickly grew tiresome and then this third installment quickly wore out its welcome. I had planned on reading the entire series, but will probably just leave off with this one, as it at least had an ending with some modicum of closure.
Carter then gives chase and infiltrates the enemy where he witnesses some sort of injustice, to which his blood boils, his natural fighting man instincts take over, and so he employs his unique fighting style which, much to his surprise (again) and dismay, is instantly recognized by the enemy and said enemy sees through his disguise and escapes (with Carter's wife in tow) while Carter is busy battling other evildoers.
Carter then gives chase and infiltrates the enemy where he witnesses some sort of injustice, to which his blood boils, his natural fighting man instincts take over, and so he employs his unique fighting style which, much to his surprise (yet again) and dismay, is instantly recognized by the enemy and said enemy sees through his disguise and escapes (with Carter's wife in tow) while Carter is busy battling other evildoers.
Wash, rinse and repeat this cycle about eight more times and you've pretty much got the entire book. I was very disappointed that this book fell into such a repetitive rut (which really started in novel #2) and quickly grew tired of the overly predictable nature of the book. With every battle Carter is about to be overwhelmed when suddenly his friends magically appear out of nowhere and ride in to his assistance. This happens over and over and over again. I felt like Burroughs wasn't even trying anymore.
While I very much enjoyed the first of the Barsoom series, the second quickly grew tiresome and then this third installment quickly wore out its welcome. I had planned on reading the entire series, but will probably just leave off with this one, as it at least had an ending with some modicum of closure.