Can I have book-identifying help? The first Tarzan I was exposed to (confusingly enough) was a meta book that presumed that all of ERB's work one was consistent and true history, and tried to string it all together and make sense of it.
I seem to recall later learning that it was by a pretty prominent fantasy or sci fi author, but I can't remember who it was, and it's not like you can googl...oh, wait...you can.
Never mind. Consider this instead a random recommendation for the book Tarzan Alive by Philip Jose Farmer. It's really pretty good, if memory serves. Of course, Wikipedia is telling me some interesting erection-ridden things about sequels that I'm nervous to investigate...anyone know if it's worth it?
The original Tarzan is a shockingly bad book. It's got more WTF than an acid trip.
Of course, Wikipedia is telling me some interesting erection-ridden things about sequels that I'm nervous to investigate...anyone know if it's worth it?
I really loved Tarzan Alive but there's diminishing returns going back to the Wold-Newton-verse. But you'll always remember the gray eyes.
Yeah the bits with the guys who can only get it up in mortal combat and only ejaculate when they kill--sue me for limited imagination, but how many times can you go to that well, porn or no.
My understanding is that A Feast Unknown was meant to be satire as well as porn, but yeah, not the most enthralling read by the time the pages hit triple digits.
Though I suppose it's better than the Gor books, which stretched Norman's pleasure slave kinks over what, 30 books?
Jack Finney (most famous for writing Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and also Time and Again) wrote a short story titled Cousin Len's Magical Adjective Cellar.
It magically removes adjectives and adverbs from writing leaving “the most crisp, sharp writing you’ve ever seen”.
I had a poetry teacher who just hated adverbs. Was right on the verge of outright banning them from our writing until he started reciting to himself, "Turning, Turning in a widening gyre..." and had to admit they had some use.
The Second Coming is remarkably adverb free.
A poetry teacher who didn't like descriptive language? I mean, I understand that overuse can make for some florid junk, but did he really think poetry should read like an inventory list?
"while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a curious volume of forgotten lore."
OK, poetry, bad example.
But you'll get my adverbs and adjectives when you pry them from my cold, dead fingers.
