Pay your respects to Ras Thavas, the Master Mind of Mars, who will be happy to transplant your brain into the body of your choice or maybe into the body of a giant ape.
Take a trip down the sacred River Iss to the Valley Dor at Barsoom’s south pole, but be warned you might wind up the meal for a flesh-eating plant man! Visit the city of Manator, where the citizens play chess with live pieces to the death. In eleven books Burroughs takes the reader all around the Red Planet (and even to Jupiter), while the action and excitement never let up. Captain John Carter of the Confederate Army is whisked to Mars (Barsoom) and discovers a dying world of dry ocean beds where giant four-armed barbarians rule, of crumbling cities home to an advanced but decaying civilization, a world of strange beasts and savage combat, a world where love, honor and loyalty become the stuff of adventure. With his opening trilogy, considered one of the landmarks of science fiction, Burroughs created a vast and sweeping epic. The Brokols are probably a plant which has evolved to copy the dominant species, and humans are the dominant species. The seeds fell and tumbled and rolled from the motions of the creatures within, falling into the river and being carried to the four corners of the planet. The puzzling humanity of the Brokols suggests a form of mimesis. The tree produced plant men who hung as buds or growths, as well three kinds of seeds, one containing primeval humans, another a kind of sixteen legged worm, and a progenitor of the white apes. Both men and women were armed with longswords and daggers, but no firearms were in evidence, else it had been short shrift for the gruesome plant men of. Writers like Ray Bradbury and scientists like Carl Sagan have acknowledged that Burroughs’ Martian tales were the wellspring from which their own careers arose. His adventures continue as he battles great white apes, fights plant men, defies the Goddess of Death, and braves the frozen wastes of Polar Mars. The Plant-men of Barsoom seem to be a naturally occurring indigenous species, and they aren’t very human themselves. Even though science claims there is no life on Mars his stories remain vibrant and timeless tales, because Burroughs knew the appeal and power of the Martian myth. Edgar Rice Burroughs started writing his Martian adventures in 1911. After John Carters arrival, a boat of Green Martians on the River Iss are ambushed by the previously unknown Plant Men.
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