I once watched a video of a YouTuber comparing Burroughs and Tolkien, two writers who had different approaches to fantasy, but who both had an instinct for telling stories that appeal to young and old alike. Tolkien went on record saying that creatives should not try to "dumb down" complex themes for children. The YouTuber took this to mean that the child may not understand everything at first, but if the story is well done, they will enjoy the entirety and revisit the themes repeatedly through various stages of maturity with increasing levels of understanding.
From my own experience reading classic writers as early as 9, I certainly agree that this happens, but what I submit to you is that such an explanation still focuses entirely on what the child is unable to grasp. It does not take into account what the child DOES understand and the adult does NOT.
This leads nicely into my review of this third entry in the Barsoom series, which concludes the original trilogy, and my summary of how I felt reading the adventures of John Carter thus far. I think it is important for a full debrief here because "Warlord of Mars" is not really a very good standalone tale.
Back in the Eighties when you could still pick up a copy of any entry of Barsoom at a bookstore, a new initiate like me might grab a book from the series because they liked the art by Michael Whelan or Frank Frazetta, but could only buy the one with their allowance for the week. If you started with "Warlord of Mars," you would likely have no idea what the hell was going on, because it starts right where "Gods of Mars" left off.
Like Tolkien's "The Two Towers," the second book of Burroughs' Barsoom is considered by many fans as the superior entry, but nevertheless is the middle portion of one cohesive story. So the concluding book continues the action of the previous cliffhanger, ties up all the loose ends, and delivers new thrills before coming to a more-or-less satisfying finale. But because it doesn't try very hard to catch the reader up on what went on for two prior volumes, starting here feels like you are not in on a joke.
Does this book deliver the landing that readers would hope for? Yes, I think it does.
By this point, however, I'm starting to lose steam with the series. It has become clear by this point that no matter how many bad guys Mr. Macho takes down, there really is nothing to do on Mars but fight. And lay eggs. I guess the Earth astronomers who first named the planet after the god of war were more spot on than they could have realized. So naturally, John Carter absolutely loves Mars! This is HOME, baby! In fact, he doesn't even bother to put a spin on it anymore. He can no longer say, "Oh, I'm attached to Mars as my adopted planet because of my beloved princess Dejah Thoris!" That would be bullshit. The woman can't keep herself from being kidnapped for one damn minute in all three books of the original trilogy (and I'm not exaggerating--it's ridiculous), meaning he has hardly ever seen or spoken to her in over a decade except to leave her with child!
No, there are only three reasons he stays on Mars. First of all, he doesn't know how to control the astral projection process that has gotten him back and forth to Mars in the first place, nor has he bothered to think about it much. The second reason is because, on Earth, he was a Confederate veteran who had been kicked aside after the Civil War and so was a nobody scrounging for gold in the American West, constantly at risk of being used as target practice by pissed off indigenous tribes. But on Mars, he's Prince of Helium, the mightiest warrior of all Barsoom! He even starts to refer to himself in the third person that way. The humility he seemed to be gaining in the second book is gone. But the third and biggest reason is because he enjoys the heat of battle, and even goes a little dark by saying the color of fresh blood on the steel of his sword excites him. Now, if that ain't some Freudian symbolism there, I don't know what is!
The third book doesn't really give us any further world building like the first one. We are introduced to yet another Martian "race" though. We had black, blue, green, red, and white Martians. Now we have yellow. But they are just more of the same--neckbeards talking like they are at a D&D session who have yet another evil tyrannical ruler that must be overthrown by the mighty Prince of Helium. This book also lacks the outrageous action scenes and breathless pace of the second. Burroughs is losing steam as much as I am, and so he is forced to put the character of John Carter into semi-retirement for the following book. So will readers even want to take the series this far, let alone beyond?
The answer is yes. Readers certainly demanded these stories at the time they were published, and the eventual eleven or so entries continued to be republished for over half a century later until when I was a kid. And now there seems to be some renewed love of Barsoom again, but I'm assuming the interest never really diminished in the first place. There truly is something timeless about these goofy tales. Why is that?
That leads me back to my original point.
For adults today, sometimes John Carter's adventures on Mars seem a little hokey. Even Tolkien is getting the rep. I've had friends tell me they can't stand the Lord of the Rings because its nothing but dwarves and elves and orcs smashing and stabbing each other while two little pub crawlers go on a quest with a macguffin rambling on about how they wish they had some crispy bacon and a full pipe. And now things are even worse for Tolkien because modern creatives see so much of it as "problematic" and feel they have to add elements and adaptations that are superfluous or which miss the point entirely.
Adults don't get things the way kids do. Sometimes it's worth enjoying things on the level of a child. Adults can do it if they try. My mother had that ability. She could listen to and enjoy music of my younger generation while my dad would be screaming at us from the bedroom to "turn that shit off." So when I enjoy certain entertainment, I try to put myself in different mindsets and tap into the sense of wonder that I had as a kid exploring new books, music, and film in different genres. Having kids of your own helps, because you can see what they respond to and then remember why they like what they do by tapping into the child in you.
And that's when you understand that Burroughs and Tolkien were not just writing popular literature. They were myth makers. They were tapping into the ancient language of timeless concepts, archetypes, and symbols that kids understand and which adults tend to forget. Tolkien was creating a modern mythology for Anglican Europeans with World War II in mind. Burroughs was creating an American mythology, and was inspired not only by World War I, but by the recent history and ongoing struggles with race relations in America due to the aftermath of slavery and colonization of Native American lands.
"Warlord of Mars" concludes a series of myths about human behavior, national and religious identity, of spite and jealousy, of weak and strong leadership, of bravery in the face of impossible odds, of never giving up, of chivalry, of faithfulness, of never telling a lie, of the ambiguities and the clear distinctions between good and evil, and so much more.
So while I do tend to poke fun of John Carter, I must admit he is an American Hercules, a Samson, a Gilgamesh. I still think Burroughs could have done so much more with the first trilogy than just reinvent new bad guys for Carter to smash like the Hulk, but nevertheless, I found myself dragged into the plot like a kid. I can't tell you how many times I planned to take a break from reading, only to run across another eye-rolling cliffhanger--and so I simply would have to see what would happen next! And no matter how much I tired of John Carter's muscle-bound shenanigans, there were plenty of moments where I felt that if someone had wronged ME like some of the villains did our hero, I would take great pleasure in having them at my mercy. When I consider my reactions to this book after the gladiatorial events of the Big Game this past Sunday, I find what the Barsoom saga taps into very interesting.
This book may be the weakest of the first three Barsoom stories, but overall, I would recommend the entire trilogy to at least read once. My advice is to think like a child when you are reading this series, and you will understand so much more than an adult ever could.
SCORE: 3 apts out of 5.