Old Books

I rarely go anywhere without a book. This has been true since I was 8. That gives me 18 years of always having a book near at hand. In this span of time I've read most of the published works of fantasy and science fiction that are worth reading. Given the fact that I generally go through about a book a week, and authors don't seem to publish quite that frequently, I'm generally rereading something for the 10th+ time. Currently I'm on my umpteenth reread of Edgar Rice Burrough's (ERB) Martian series, specifically Warlord of Mars (really specifically, JC and Woola (best dog name ever) are on the Koalian road). This experience prompted me to write about old books for two reasons.

The first reason is that this particular series is the first one that I have a meaningful memory of (yes, that sentence ends with a preposition, bite me). These books are my dad's all time favorite, and I have many fond memories of the back yard in our Chicago home, taking whichever book in the series we were on out to my dad and smilingly entreating him to "weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed" (juxtaposition of w for r intentionally there - it was more cute as a 6 year old). In retrospect I'm convinced that this early experience is why I prefer the fantasy/sci-fi genre, why I have my nerdy predilections, in essence, why a huge part of who I am exists. The series is filled with sword fights, ship battles, last minute rescues and all manner of derring do. When the stakes are the existence of a world, it's hard to care about one-limbed-Inuit-lesbian-communists struggling to find themselves, or whatever else "good literature" is these days.

It was books like these (ERB's Venus series specifically) that really got me reading. We were on vacation, half way through one of the books when my dad had to go home - I think for the trip that would eventually lead to us moving to San Fran. He had been reading the book to me, but I really wanted to find out how it ended, so it go left with me. I remember reading about T-rays and chases in the Venusian atmosphere while sitting in an airport in Florida. Ever since that day, deciphering the 6pt font text I was hooked. Going back to those first books always brings a smile to my face and warm memories of (in retrospect) easier times. That's half of why I fondly remember these as "old books".

The other half is that they are in fact very old. "A Princess of Mars", the first of ERB's Martian tales was published in 1912. That's almost 100 years ago. The science is dated, the dialogue is laughable, and the characters are all caricatures. That said, it's incredibly readable. The action is fast paced and the derring is always doing. It's sad that the long discussed movie is still in pre-production because all the books are tailor made to become movies. And unlike Harry Potter style movies which, while good, end up missing tons of detail to save on time, ERB's pulp fiction style means that each chapter would serve as a ready made scene. For a hundred year old book it's pretty impressive how well it's aged.

Any other favorite "old books" out there? If so please feel free to sound off in the comments section.

p.s. an added bonus of weirdness

p.p.s. apparently things are further along on the movie adaptation than I initially thought, pretty cool stuff