Okay, here’s the deal. As previously mentioned, I read Edgar Rice Burroughs’ A Princess of Mars, the public-domain source material for the recent movie John Carter. It was great fun, and as it ended in a sort of cliff-hanger I could not wait to pick up the story with The Gods of Mars
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“The Gods of Mars” continues the thrill-a-minute pace of its predecessor; you can see the influence that Burroughs and his contemporaries in pulp fiction had on Golden Age movie serials, which in turn were the inspiration for both “Star Wars” and Indiana Jones. (George Lucas originally wanted to make a movie adaptation of “Flash Gordon,” but couldn’t get the rights, and so he wrote “Star Wars” instead.)
But I didn’t enjoy “The Gods of Mars” as completely as I enjoyed “A Princess of Mars,” and I may share the blame for this with Burroughs.
“The Gods of Mars,” as one might surmise from its title, gets into religious belief and superstition on the planet known to its residents as Barsoom. But the narrative seemed unflinchingly and heavy-handedly anti-religious, presenting religion exclusively as a falsehood used by some to enslave others.
I don’t have an objection to negative treatment of religion; quite the opposite. I share with this novel the awareness that much evil has been propagated in the name of religion, that many believe in the wrong things and/or for the wrong reasons. The terrible things we do in the name of various deities or creeds can make a powerful foundation for a story. But you can usually sense whether what’s being criticized is the abuse of religion or whether what’s being criticized is the very idea of faith in a higher power. This seemed like the latter, so much so that I Googled Burroughs’ religious beliefs – a stupid thing to do while in the middle of a story. The story should stand or fall on its own, and questions of how it came about, or what in real life might have inspired it, should be left for later analysis. But I was so curious I couldn’t help but look. Burroughs was an atheist, although amiable enough, and occasionally made playful references to God (the same way you might playfully refer to good or bad luck, even if you aren’t particularly superstitious) which some apparently mistakenly took as evidence of belief.
Those people must not have read “The Gods of Mars.”
Anyway, I do have some literary criticisms of the book, but it’s possible that those criticisms are really just the result of my annoyance at Burroughs’ heavy-handed approach to his theme. I thought the book had more purple prose than “A Princess of Mars.” The book is written in the first person, and so Carter’s comments about his own prowess, and the respect and admiration paid to him by others, increasingly sound like boasting, which is out of kilter with the character as we were first introduced to him. (Carter’s praise of himself is as annoyingly expository as the praise of another Civil War veteran-turned-sci-fi-hero, Cyrus Harding, which I complained about in Jules Verne’s “The Mysterious Island.”)
“The Gods of Mars,” too, ends on a cliffhanger. I’ll continue the story, but I may jump into another book first as a palate-cleanser.