“Tarzan the Untamed”, the seventh book in Edgar Rice Burroughs’s classic series featuring his famous loincloth-clad-English-Lord-raised-by-apes, is certainly the bloodiest and, well, weirdest novel in the series as of yet.
Published in 1920, the book is set during the height of the First World War. Lord Greystoke has been away in Europe fighting Germans for England, unaware that a troop of Germans has trekked across Africa to his plantation, where they slaughter everyone, including his beloved Jane. Greystoke arrives to find her charred body amongst the burnt wreckage of his home.
Overwhelmed with rage, Greystoke rips his soldier’s uniform off and puts on the loincloth, returning to the jungle trees as Lord of the Apes. He then commences a one-man massacre of any and all German troops in his way, searching for the German officer who killed his beloved, a man named Captain Fritz Schneider. The Germans have very little chance against Tarzan since Tarzan utilizes armies of his fellow gorillas, a lion that he befriends, his bow and arrow, and a gun. (Tarzan is, among other things, a sharpshooter.)
Along the way, Tarzan collects an English pilot whose plane was shot down and a beautiful female German spy. Despite his irrational (but completely understandable) hatred of all Germans, Tarzan can’t help but feel protective of her.
It is roughly two-thirds into the book that it gets weird. The trio are captured by a tribe of people living in a hidden city in the middle of the jungle. Here’s the thing: the tribe is comprised entirely of, um, well, mentally retarded people. In the parlance of the ‘20s, they are derogatorily dubbed “imbeciles”. Today they would be called cognitively challenged. Whatever you call them, they are an entire tribe of people who took the short bus.
It goes without saying that this book is loaded with some of the most egregious and politically-incorrect cultural portrayals. Burroughs’s racism of both black people and Germans is on full display here, uncomfortably so. Add to that his clearly antediluvian views of the mentally challenged, and it’s a hot mess of awfulness.
All that said, it didn’t stop me from being entertained. Despite being a horrific racist, Burroughs knew how to tell a fun story.
By the way, the book ends with a crazy cliff-hanger surprise ending that almost guarantees that I’ll be reading the next book in the series. Does that make me a bad person?