... annnnnnd following on the heels of yesterday's revelation, I was trying to read this book (the 9th Tarzan book by Edgar Rice Burroughs) on the plane coming back to Houston from Newark.
While I do enjoy the fact that the books show Tarzan as more than the grunting fool portrayed in the movies, and chapter one opens with a well written scene of the lion cub witnessing the death of his mother, chapters two and three seemed poorly written and indicative of a writer who was more pushing through the years to rush to some future story than desiring to build up the suspense.
Tarzan has a bratty son, seems to be almost worshipped by the African tribes (so, yeah, in our contemporary culture, this smacks of White Savior Syndrome) and chapter three with the weird relation between Flora and the Spanish actor who resembles Tarzan ... well, let's just say, I was not really intrigued to go further.
It's not badly written, but again, from the book the day before, there are other things I want to read, and so I shall cast this back into the world and move on to other tomes.
First copyright 1922
This Ballentine Edition 1976