![]() ![]() The Mars that Burroughs described might have been scientifically believable by the standards of 1912 – it has canals, as Mars was believed to have at the time – and it is a dying world, almost devoid of water and required to produce oxygen in a great factory. In the story, John Carter, an inexplicably long-lived human who can’t remember his own distant childhood, finds himself transported to Mars (called Barsoom by its inhabitants) via a mysterious method that’s never explained. The book? A Princess of Mars, Edgar Rice Burroughs’ first novel. In fact, I have read it over and over again, scores of times, since I was twelve. It’s quite old (published in 1912, long before the science fiction or romance genres as we know them today were established), and it’s not terribly long, but I wouldn’t mind reading it over and over again. But if I were to be stranded on a desert island and could have just one book, I know the one I’d choose. My favorite genres are science fiction and romance, and I have hundreds of keepers of both varieties on the shelves of my personal library. ![]()
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