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"Tarzan's First Love"

(Oct 23, 2005)

Tarzan's First Love. Yep, it's an ape.

Well, I'll try to keep to a minimum the remarks about what happened to my third cousin Earl in Stillwater, Arkansas or references to the various porn web sites which are rumoured to lurk about the darker fringes of the Internet. Instead, let's reflect on what Edgar Rice Burroughs himself has told us about the young Lord Greystoke's foster family.

First, the Mangani are not Gorillas (which are
called Bolgani in the stories), nor are they Chimps. They are a separate species, much more "manlike" than either of those two primates. It's probably best to think of them as a sort of Sasquatch or Bigfoot type of creature. In fact, they are so close to being human that we are told several times that the men of Opar have successfully interbred with the Mangani and speak their language. (This, by the way, explains why the Oparians look the way they do much better than Burrough's theory that they are bred specifically to be ugly.)

So human/Mangani hybrids are not only possible but a proven fact in Tarzan's world. The offspring are viable too, not sterile like a mule. As unlikely as it would be to have seen print, within the context of the series, it's quite possible that Tarzan could have mated with one of his ape clan and sired healthy (if not good-looking in the conventional sense) offspring. This would have been quite a jolt to Jane Porter when she eventually turned up; we all try to overlook our potential spouse's past *ahem* indiscretions, but really....

"Tarzan's First Love" appeared in BLUE BOOK for September 1916; it was the first of what became a series of twelve stories collected as JUNGLE TALES OF TARZAN. These all took place at a point before the Apeman had seen his first European, and there are some interesting parts where Tarzan wrestles with existential problems like the nature of God, has a bizarre nightmare, fights a vile witch doctor and so forth.

In this first yarn, Tarzan is evidently a teenager (maybe fourteen or so?) starting to experience strange emotional yearnings. He has developed a serious crush on Teeka, a young female Mangani and he duels his rival Taug for her favors. The romantic triangle sways back and forth (Teeka enjoying all the attention and savoring the fact the two males are spilling each other's blood over her, the little hussy.) And the young Apeman suffers all the pangs most of us remember from those years ourselves. ("Tarzan wished to be as far away from the cause of his heartache as he could. He was suffering the first pangs of blighted love, and he didn't quite know what was the matter with him.")
At one point, Taug is captured by the cannibal tribe of Mbonga and the Apeman smugly realizes he has the field all to himself. (My God, it's just like high school all over again.)

Yet even when it seems he has won his new girlfriend (?), Tarzan is still unhappy. She snuggles up to him and he puts an arm around her. "As he did so he noticed, with a start, the strange incongruity of that smooth, brown arm against the black and hairy coat of his lady-love." The Apeman recalls how much the male and female leopards, lions, birds and other beasts so closely resemble each other and he becomes uneasy. Tarzan draws back in confusion, and sets off to rescue Taug.

Eventually, after much anguish and soul-searching, Tarzan steps back and leaves Teeka and Taug to become mates. (In fact, he will remain friends with them and even babysit their little balu... "Uncle Tarzan!") The future Lord of the Jungle makes the first of many noble, melancholy speeches he will say during the saga. "... for all the beasts and the birds of the jungle is there a mate. Only for Tarzan of the Apes is there none. Taug is an ape. Teeka is an ape. Go back to Teeka. Tarzan is a man. He will go alone." (*sniff*)

As long as the subject of sexuality in the Tarzan stories is on the table, does any else sense a subtle homo-erotic undertone in the many loving descriptions of how gorgeous Tarzan is? "Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of the jungle-forest giant, his brown skin mottled by the brilliant equatorial sunlight which percolated through the leafy canopy of green above him, his clean-limbed body relaxed in graceful ease, his shapely head partly turned in contemplative absorption and his intelligent gray eyes dreamily devouring the object of their devotion, you would have thought him the reincarnation of some demigod of old."

Now, as far as I know, Burroughs was absolutely dead butch straight. But every Tarzan book contains these lyrical phrases about the smooth even brown skin, the well-shaped head (eh?), the long supple muscles and the clear gray eyes. Sometimes, it's almost embarassing, like a tribute from a junior high girl to Brad Pitt or something. [Since writing the above, I have been enlightened that this sort of passage is much more a sign of narcissism than homo-erotic subtext. That makes a lot of sense. The average young male reader was much more likely to be picturing himself as Tarzan and the descriptions of lithe, goldlike supple muscles were a form of self-praise. Sounds reasonable to me.]

"The Capture of Tarzan"

(March 2, 2006)


Not much to this one. From the October 1916 issue of BLUE BOOK, it's the second of the twelve stories which would eventually be collected as JUNGLE TALES OF TARZAN. These are all "untold tales" of the Apeman before he first saw Europeans and met Jane Porter (so they would chronologically fit somewhere between the chapters of TARZAN OF THE APES).

"The Capture of Tarzan" centers around a sequence which has become so familiar as to have lost most of its potency, that of the Apeman being rescued from natives by his pal, Tantor the elephant. Of course, everything was new once and back in 1916, this idea might have had a real jolt to it but reading it today, I was left with a feeling of having missed the point of the story. Is this all there is? Tarzan is observing the natives, becomes captured by them (he falls in a pit they dug to catch the elephant) and is saved from being tortured to death when his big grey chum charges in and carries him off.

Tarzan's Tantor seems to be a young male on his own, as I don't recall any mention of him ever separating from the herd to meet the Apeman. The elephant is always by himself, strolling along jungle trails. I'd guess he's one of the forest species, smaller and less imposing than the better-known Savannah species. Tantor enjoys having Tarzan plopping down on his back for a visit. (""... it was the pleasant, friendly voice and caressing hands behind the ears which he enjoyed...") For his part, Tarzan loves riding around on the beast because his fellow apes in Kerchak's tribe are sullen, unpleasant brutes and "he craved some living thing upon which to lavish his affection." He's is like the big jovial uncle you liked to visit. (And I am SO sick of our culture's constant "perverted uncle" jokes; they are probably the most maligned group in the country.)

Although this Tantor is one specific elephant, the name also applies to the species as a whole. (Except for Jad-Bal-Ja and the Mangani, Burroughs didn't seem to give specfic animals their own personal names.) Later on, Tarzan will meet other elephants in widely different parts of Africa and he immediately enjoys the same cozy rapport with them. In Sumatra (in TARZAN AND THE "FOREIGN LEGION"), he can even talk with an Asian elephant. They're all "Tantor" it seems; maybe the three species have some sort of worldwide group consciousness?

One of the most interesting things about Burroughs' earlier stories is how isolated and essentially melancholy Tarzan is. He's not really one of the Mangani, nor one of the Waziri or the British (although he can fit in adequately in any of these groups). Tarzan is unique, never entirely at home except by himself.. and even then he has natural instincts which leave him sometimes craving some social interaction. Despite his vendetta against the Mbonga, he is fascinated by their activities and in this story watches them digging the elephant trap with keen interest.

There are a few points worth noting here. Sometimes I can see the Mbonga tribes' point of view. Okay, one of their warriors killed an ape, not knowing anything about the Mangani or their adopted human cub. As a result, they have suffered years of being stalked and murdered by this strange white-skinned man living in the trees, who seems to possess superhuman powers... and they have no idea why he hates them so. True, Burroughs take care to point out the Mbonga are vile cannibals, nothing at all like the noble heroic Waziri whom Tarzan will later befriend. Still, it does seem greatly unjust that dozens of natives are tormented and slain because one killed an ape he could not possibly have known was Kala, Tarzan's foster-mother. I wonder if in later years, when Lord Greystoke had matured to rule his territory with some degree of justice, he ever made some amends to the Mbonga tribe. ("Errr, sorry about harassing and murdering you fellows all those years. I was just a kid, you know...")

On the other hand, Kala had not been killed and the young Tarzan just strolled up to introduce himself, he would likely have ended up in the communal stewpot after being tortured, anyway. These folks regarded anyone from another tribe as just animals, much less a oddity like a white-skinned naked man from the trees. So maybe it all worked out for Tarzan's best interests.
At one point, Tarzan is attacked by the entire tribe and they spend a half hour ferociously wrestling and struggling, biting and clawing. It's fifty natives against one Apeman, and although they can't quite subdue him enough to tie him up, they can gradually wear him down. Tarzan has not quite reached the highest level of unarmed combat, the "fight cloud". This is where a blurry haze forms around the combatants, from which an occasional arm or head emerges. (Sometimes there are Zen moments where the action freezes for a split-second to show the fighters in mid-blow.) An exceptional master of this art can even emerge from the "fight cloud" to leave his opponents battling with each other.

"The God of Tarzan"

(July 17, 2005)

I think some of the best writing Edgar Rice Burroughs ever did was in the twelve short stories about Tarzan's youth, before the Apeman met any Europeans. These were collected in JUNGLE TALES OF TARZAN, and it would have been satisfying if Burroughs had done another series of stories like these later on (rather than some of the tired and lame books from the second half of the series). Without the need to reach novel length, most of the repetitive padding could be skipped and a short story can get to a point worth making.

From the December 1916 issue of BLUE BOOK, "The God of Tarzan" finds the young Apeman wrestling with existential problems. He seems to be a teenager at this point, fully grown
physically and struggling with difficult concepts.

First, you have to accept that (entirely on his own) Tarzan has taught himself to read. Poring over the books his father left in that little cabin, our hero has figured out that the little black ink "bugs" on the pages represent words and he has laboriously assigned values to each bug and spelled them out in his own system. Moving from the simplistic illustrated childrens' books (which were meant for him, after all) up to the dictionary and encyclopedia, Tarzan has reached the point where he can look up the meaning of unfamiliar words.

Pretty darn impressive. The kid must have an innate IQ that would qualify him as a MENSA-level genius to do all this just out of sheer curiosity and tenacity. (Later on, we find he has as an adult also taught himself Latin so he can read the Classics in the original language; Burroughs' Tarzan is not much like the movie version.)

So the young Apeman is making his astonishing intellectual journey when he stumbles upon a new and confusing word, "God". Frankly, it's a concept wiser minds than mine have spent a lifetime trying to grasp but Tarzan gamely gives it a shot. As far as he can tell, God is "a mighty chieftain, king of all the Mangani" but there seems to be more to it than that. So he starts interrogating his clan of Great Apes and gets little help. They think that weather, lightning and so forth are sent by Goro, the moon. After standing on the highest branch he can reach and yelling questions and threats at the full moon, Tarzan reasonably decides this is a dead end.

His next step is to go and observe the native tribe he has been harassing for years. Despite the undeniable racism of the early stories, even Tarzan grudgingly admits the African natives are much wiser than his Mangani family and he has learned more from watching them than he realizes. Observing a late night ritual where young men are being baptized into manhood, Tarzan suspects that the witchdoctor might be God... after all, here is a human figure with the head of a buffalo and a tail, performing inexplicable ceremonies. Unfortunately, the shaman turns out to be just a man in a costume.

Greatly disappointed and trudging away, Tarzan is then attacked from behind by the chief (who has been losing many of his warriors to this murderous jungle devil). Good luck on trying to spear a young Apeman with enhanced senses of smell and hearing. Before you can say, "Nabonga!", Tarzan has the chief flat on the ground and is whipping out his hunting knife to do a little impromptu tracheotomy. Then something unexpected happens.

"For the first time the ape-man had a close view of the chief. He saw an old man, a very old man with scrawny neck and wrinkled face -- a dried, parchment-like face which resembled some of the little monkeys Tarzan knew so well. He saw the terror in the man's eyes -- never before had Tarzan seen such terror in the eyes of any animal, or such a piteous appeal for mercy upon the face of any creature."

For the first time in his brutal life, the Apeman stops before making a kill and he isn't sure why. He is filled with contempt for this creature weaker than himself but there's something more, "something new to Tarzan of the Apes in relation to an enemy. It was pity -- pity for a poor, frightened old man."

More confused and agitated than ever, our hero leaves the village and broods over what happened. "It was as though someone greater than he had commanded him to spare the life of the old man," and Tarzan answered to no one's authority at this point. His human intelligence gave him an advantage over the Great Apes and his superhuman strength and agility gave him an advantage over the African natives, so he was used to doing exactly as he pleased. The next morning, Tarzan is still wrestling with questions about why flowers bloom and why it rains, why animals are different from each other, where did everything comes from and what does it all mean anyway?! Then a little metaphorical light bulb goes click! over his shaggy head. One of the dictionary definitions of God was The Creator, and to create meant to cause to come into being. Wait a minute, he's almost got it.....

Drat, there's another interruption as a young Mangani is being attacked by a big constrictor. Tarzan hates Histah the snake with a passion and (although neither he nor Burroughs will admit it), he's obviously afraid of the creatures as well. Despite her own terror of the big snake, the baby's mother Teeka bravely jumps the creature in a hopeless attempt to save her child. Without hesitating, Tarzan does the same and it's a good thing he has his knife in hand. As the dying serpent writhes and wriggles about, Tarzan watches Teeka hugging her little one and is again confounded. Why did she attack a snake she couldn't possibly hope to defeat? For that matter, why did Tarzan himself do it? It wasn't his offspring, after all, why did he risk his own hide?

So finally, the Apeman concludes that God is an invisible presence which commanded him to do good deeds he otherwise wouldn't. It was God who had created the jungle and all its creatures, who made the sun rise and the rain fall. Tarzan concludes all good things came from God and is satisfied for a moment that he has solved the great mystery.

But leave it to Burroughs to throw in a little stinger at the very end. Suddenly, Tarzan is unsettled by a new thought. "He could not quite reconcile it to his conception of his new-found God. Who made Histah, the snake?"

Well, it's a theological thorn which has several different possible answers and I don't intend to get tangled in it here. But the picture of the young Tarzan sitting in the branch of a tree, watching his ape brethren placidly eat grubs while he racks his brain over the Meaning of Life is an appealing one.

"Tarzan and the Black Boy"

(April 4, 2005)

Tarzan is the villain of this short story. He causes a lot of grief and anguish for a mother and child, solely for his own gratification. He is acting wrong out of ignorance rather than malice, though, and he does recognize his mistakes and atones for them by an heroic deed, so it all ends fairly well.

This short story appeared in the January 1917 issue of BLUE BOOK, part of a series of twelve dealing with Tarzan's youth and young manhood; the stories were assembled in book form as JUNGLE TALES OF TARZAN. I think some of Edgar Rice Burroughs' most interesting writing can be found here as the Apeman wrestles with the existential problems adolescents have agonized over since the dawn of time. Is there a God, and if so,what is he like? Is this strange feeling what they call 'love'? Do I want to have a family of my own? Tarzan indulges as well in the rather cruel pranks, and excessive eating and drinking normal for puberty years although with slightly different results than most of us experienced.

In "Tarzan and the Black Boy", the young Apeman has already suffered through his ill-fated first romance with Teeka. His attempts to find a mate among the Mangani didn't get too far, as he already knew in his heart he was not really one of them but a different animal altogether. Sadly but firmly, he let Teeka hook up with a Mangani friend called Taug and resigned himself to that wistful loneliness that seemed to be his only choice. Then Tarzan gets another bright idea.

He has found himself to become a frequent babysitter and nursemaid to his friends' little baby, Gazan ("Uncle Tarzan" - who expected that?). Reflecting on seeing other animals with their offspring, the Ape-Teen decides that what he really needs is a child of his own. So he kidnaps a ten-year-old boy from the Mbonga tribe (in full sight of the kid's horrified mother Momaya, no less) and hauls the child off to live with him in the jungle.

Nothing goes as hoped, of course. Little Tibo is as terrified as you might expect, being snatched away from his mom and hustled through the trees by a complete stranger. Even worse, Tibo's tribe is the one Tarzan has been harassing and terrorizing for years, so the boy expects to be killed or tortured or worse. None of this occurs to our hero. He has no idea what an awful deed he is committing (since there is no law in the area, I don't know if you can really call it a "crime"). Making things still worse for the child, Tarzan brings him to the Mangani, expecting he will be accepted as his own balu.

The Great Apes immediately want to kill and possibly eat this Gomangani, and Tarzan is so exasperated at having to protect his adopted son that he takes the boy off aways to show him how to hunt and survive in the jungle, as well as teaching him the Ape language. But although Tibo gradually learns to trust his abductor, he is still miserably unhappy. Burroughs doesn't emphasize the child's suffering, but a few passing comments make it clear. ("Also, he saw that the little fellow often refused food and was growing thinner day by day. At times he surprised the boy sobbing softly to himself.")

Disappointed, Tarzan stubbornly tries to raise the child to be like himself. but gradually it begins to dawn on the Apeman that he has made an awful mistake. At one point, Tarzan comes upon a lioness with her cubs. He's about to torment and annoy her (despite all of Burroughs' editorial praise about his hero's inborn British nobility, the Apeman is often a cruel bully), when he notices the animal is mourning over a lifeless form lying between her front paws. And he has a spiritual awakening. ("... But something held the apeman as he saw the lioness grieving over her dead cub... His heart went out to Sabor as it might not have done a few weeks before.") He makes the mental association between his ape friends and their baby, this forlorn big cat and the boy's mother who must somewhere be as upset over her loss.

Meanwhile, Tibo's mother is desperately trying to get the tribal witch doctor to recover her son but has no luck (he says he needs to be paid two more goats to have strong enough magic). Desperate, she turns to the outcast Bukawai. This lovely charmer is a magician who lives in a remote cave with two surly hyenas as companions; half his face is eaten away by leprosy or syphilis or something, and in general, he's not appealing. But Momaya has no choice.

Before it's all over, the mother and child are happily reunited by chance just as an inconvenient lion licks his lips and charges them. Diving down from the trees with his spear in hand comes Tarzan, acting heroic at last. As the lion give up the ghost,Tibo makes a tearful plea to be allowed to return to his mother and tribe... and the Apeman manfully swallows his pride, and lets him go. ("Tarzan eyed them in silence. The sight of the boy clinging, sobbing, to his mother aroused within his savage breast a melancholy loneliness. There was none thus to cling to Tarzan, who yearned so for the love of someone, of something.")

But unknown to the Apeman, he has just made a cunning enemy in the witchdoctor Bukawai, who has now lost out on his fee. We'll meet this perp again.

I found this story engrossing, showing the young Tarzan essentially teaching himself concepts of right and wrong. He has nothing but his own judgement and some vaguely understood sentences from his real father's books to guide him, so it's a miracle he doesn't turn out worse than he did. Burroughs attributes this to his English heritage. Well, if you say so. The idea that deep in Tarzan's DNA (or "blood") are inherent moral values doesn't seem very plausible today, although in 1917 it was a widely held view. He has a conscience, for example, because of "his own origin and all the forces of humanitarianism and civilization that were his rightful heritage because of that origin."

The blantantly racist elements in the early books are a bit confused and contradictory here. First, I need to point out the tribe we're dealing with are not the Waziri. Those folk were as noble, proud and heroic as anyone could ask; they were the Zulu-like natives whose tribe Tarzan was adopted into, and among whom he happily lived for most of his life. Nope, the Mbonga are a much nastier bunch. For one thing, they're cannibals and don't try to hide it. Also, one of their warriors murdered the ape Kala, Tarzan's foster mother, so our boy has a serious grudge against them. (I know a few older people who even today have negative feelings about the Germans and Japanese because of WW II.) As ugly as Tibo's mom is described as being, she is still a mother. Momaya is so determined to rescue her child that she defies her chief and overcomes her deepest fears to enlist Bukawai's help. When she does find the boy and Tarzan again approaches, she decides she will die before letting her son be taken away.

Despite the fact he has been killing these tribesmen on and off for no good reason except his own mean-spirited amusement (he enjoys the sport "black-baiting", what a joker), Tarzan eventually starts to see them as human beings like himself. ("Of course, this one's skin was black, but what of it? Tarzan had never seen a white man. In so far as he knew, he was the sole respesentative of that strange form of life upon the earth.")

Still, there is one hard-to-defend paragraph tha goes on about the virtue of imagination, "The beast know it not, the blacks only a little, while to one in a hundred thousand of earth's dominant race it is given as a gift from heaven that man may not perish from the earth." So it's not enough to just be white, you have to be from the British aristocracy to really be part of nature's upper elite. Sometimes I wonder why Edgar Rice Burroughs idealized the English royalty and peerage so much but was more restrained in praise for his own countymen. Anglophilia wasn't rare in American writers during the glory years of the British Empire, of course; just read some of H.P. Lovecraft's letters or make notes on how nearly all pulp heroes had names from solid British, Scots and Irish stock.

"A Jungle Joke"

(June 6, 2005)

From the July 1917 issue of BLUE BOOK, this is a short story of Tarzan's life before he met Jane Porter and her party. (There were twelve of these, collected to form JUNGLE TALES OF TARZAN.) "A Jungle Joke" is not likely to ever be adapted into a Disney cartoon, to be honest. It's astonishing how needlessly mean-spirited and murderous Tarzan could be in his early years, despite all of Burroughs' sermons on his innate nobility. Yet we're talking about a young man who after all was raised in African jungle by a tribe of humanlike apes, whose only ideas on ethics came from barely understood fragments he pieced together from his father's books (which he taught himself to read) and from his inborn British heritage of fair play and justice (a scientifically dubious claim at best). It's actually surprising that the Apeman didn't grow up into a completely heartless brute.

At this point in his teenage years, Tarzan is becoming increasingly estranged from the Mangani. His rather rough sense of humour is getting colder reception from his Great Ape playmates as they become sullen adults. More and more, the young Lord Greystoke is fascinated with spying on the Mbonga tribe. Again, these are not the heroic virtuous Waziri that Tarzan will later proudly join; these are cannibals and the riff-raff of the jungle. One of them killed his foster mother Kala, so Tarzan has an unfair grudge against the entire tribe that has solidified into a bitter bloodfeud and he torments them every chance he gets. ("... Always his principal thought was of some new way in which he could render their lives miserable. The baiting of the blacks was Tarzan's chief divertissement.")

And yet, even though he denies it, the Apeman finds these hairless apes deeply interesting. He has more in common with them than he wants to admit. ("There was that about them that aroused his imagination. Perhaps it was because of the diversity of their activities and interests. The apes lived to eat and sleep and propagate. The same was true of all the other denizens of the jungle, save the Gomangani [that is, the African natives].

The Mbonga were driven into the area from the Congo to escape their persecution by the Belgian authorities (so even they have their grievances) and they used to capture wild animals for sale. Now, just to amuse themselves, they sometimes will construct a large wagon and tie a young goat in it to attract a lion; once the big cat enters the contraption, a door drops shut and the Mbonga can then enjoy torturing the beast for entertainment. Tarzan finds this practice repugnant, but he can't say why.

("... during all his life, he had been accustomed to sights of suffering and cruelty. He himself was cruel. All the beasts of the jungle were cruel; but the cruelty of the blacks was of a different order.") Burroughs offers the explanation that heredity is behind the Apeman's disgust at unnecessary suffering, "the germ of British love of fair play which had been bequeathed to him by his father and his mother..." Oh really. Remember the bear-baiting and cockfights and terrier rat-killings going on back in England at the time, not to mention the bloody bare-knuckle boxing before you put too much stock in Tarzan's DNA making him a noble sort.

Watching the tribe, Tarzan gets the whim to play one of his elaborate practical jokes. The last one he tried backfired badly, but what the heck, he's bored. First the Apeman frees the kid but not out of compassion, since he promptly slaughters and eats most of the young animal. Then he abducts the witchdoctor Rabba Kega, for whom he has a particular dislike. In a startlingly callous act, our hero gags the shaman and ties him up where the kid was, then sprinkles the goat blood to entice a lion. The terrified Rabba Kega is mauled and killed by an accommodating lion (that's cold, Tarzan).

Well, the Mbonga are understandably horrified and frightened to see the captured lion munching on their late witchdoctor. Some of them are astute enough to figure that Rabba was forced in the cage by that darn white devil-god of the jungle who has been making their lives hell for no reason that they know. Watching their terror and anger from his vantage point, the delighted "Tarzan sat in his tree and hugged himself." As the tribe settles in for a feast and a lion-torture party, Tarzan sets phase two of his plan in action.

In an earlier story, the Apeman had acquired the tanned hide of a lion, complete with head. Never mind how it smells, this gag requires sacrifices. Putting it carefully on, Tarzan emerges from the darkness near the cage, growling and stalking realistically, Eeek, the Mbonga weren't geared up to fight a free cat and they all wet themselves. "...Then the lion rose on its hind legs, the tawny skin dropped from it and there stood revealed before them in the firelight the straight young figure of the white devil-god."

  The furious Mbonga realize they've been had and are hopping mad. Then they see the white devil-god coming back and they hurry to spear him like a porcupine. He can't fool them twice with the same trick.

Except this time, the lion isn't Tarzan. Ahem.

TARZAN THE UNTAMED

(May 9, 2004)

                  This is really two separate Tarzan novels. The first has some of Edgar Rice Burroughs' most energetic and vivid writing, as Tarzan avenges the killing of Jane and burning of his plantation by slaughtering Germans in all directions. Continuing on from there, the second half (actually much longer than half) is okay but not up to the level of the first, as the Apeman rescues a young couple from a lost city of psychotics. I thought some of the impact of the German-killing rampage was weakened by the way the book then shifts direction and keeps going into more prosaic Tarzan themes for the bulk of the book. By the time everything is wrapped up on page 254, there has been so much hectic activity and drama that the massacre back at the Greystoke estate seems almost forgotten in the past.

            TARZAN THE UNTAMED was first serialized in RED BOOK from March to August 1919, while "Tarzan and the Valley of Luna" appeared in ALL-STORY WEEKLY in March and April 1920, thereafter being combined into the seventh book of the Tarzan saga. It`s been documented in a number of sources that Burroughs originally intended for Jane to be actually and permanently bumped off in this tale, but he was persuaded to spare her (her apparent death was a cruel hoax by the Germans) and learning that she is still in fact alive leads Tarzan off in pursuit in the next book, TARZAN THE TERRIBLE (one of the best in the series).

        Most commentary on this book has centered on the first part, where Tarzan finds his estate burned to the ground, the Waziri slaughtered and a charred body he thinks is Jane`s; out for revenge, the Apeman uses a hungry lion to help kill dozens of German soldiers, but he`s not above picking them off with a rifle from concealment. Burroughs doesn`t detest just the German war machine or Army, though; he grimly condemns the entire country and everyone in it ("It was Hate - and it brought to him a measure of solace and comfort, for it was a sublime hate that ennobled him as it has ennobled countless thousands since - hatred for Germany and Germans... it included everything German, animate or inanimate.")

        Throughout the story, Tarzan finds himself reluctantly rescuing and assisting a beautiful young woman he knows as Bertha Kircher. He thinks she`s a German spy and deserves to be killed, but his innate chivalry keeps troubling him until he goes back and gets her out of danger. As it turns out, she`s not what she seems and his mixed feelings about her are vindicated. If Burroughs had been a bit more enlightened, he might have shown Tarzan gradually warming up to Bertha despite her Germanity (err, her Germanness?) and slowly concluding that there could be good people in any culture. No such luck. Actually, Burroughs always seemed to despise the human race in general, and a few sympathetic American or English characters are all he could muster up. If it wasn`t for his formula requiring a young couple falling in love in each book, we wouldn`t have even that many likeable people in the series.

        The second part usually gets glossed over, as the Apeman tracks Bertha and a young English pilot (inevitably, they will tumble for each other and become engaged before THE END) to an unknown civilization deep in the wilderness. There is a classic scene where Tarzan, near death and lying weakly in the desert, has a vulture land on him; he quickly bites the vile bird to death and eats it. That`s a tough hero! Compared to Opar or the city of talking gorillas or the city of crusaders, Xuja isn`t an impressive creation. Its origin is never revealed or even hinted at, and the fact none of the protagonists get to learn the language limits any discussion with the inhabitants, keeping them undeveloped. The Xujans worship parrots and have domesticated lions, which they use as guard dogs. Lions are also their diet, the only food they like. Colorfully enough. the men and women of Xuja are literally a race of insane people. Their erratic behavior and mood swings keep Tarzan and his companions on their toes, and certainly make it easy to move the story along; the Xujans can be placid or homicidal or amorous as the plotting requires.

      There are so many doubtful aspects of Xuja that you have to crank your suspension of disbelief up as far it will go and even that may not work. They eat lion meat every day, which means they have to maintain a huge number of herd animals to feed the lions ("boar, deer and antelope") which also means they have to cultivate vast areas (in this valley in the desert) to support those herds. Is this practical? The Xujans don`t keep a minimum number of lions around for dinner, either; the darn big cats are all over the place. Raising crops to feed the herds to feed the lions to feed the Xujans... don`t count on any free time if you live there.

        The universal insanity of the Xuja population is given away by the fact that they look like lunatics. Burroughs has always mentioned that a well-shaped head (whatever he means by that) reveals a person`s intelligence and moral character, and here he reveals the opposite. ("They have all the earmarks [of madmen]. Whites of the eyes showing all around the irises, hair growing stiffly erect from the scalp and low down upon the forehead... even their mannerisms and their carriage are those of maniacs.") I never realized so sharply how long ago it was that Burroughs wrote. He mentions theories and fads that have been discredited for so many decades that I have never heard of them, like this idea that insanity shows in the way your eyes are proportioned. (I also remember his unsettling proposal that, if you just execute the families of criminals, crime would entirely disappear for good. Glad he never ran for office.)

        Burroughs still reminds us that, no matter what you may see on the Discovery Channel or National Geographic, lions, rhinos and elephants live in dense forests and make their ways along trails (fairly large ones, I would imagine). Also, a World War I bi-plane, with a wooden propeller and flimsy canvas wings, is perfectly capable of plowing through fifty grown men, cutting them to scattered streamers, and then taking off again without any need for repairs. My car should be so sturdy.

          Tarzan himself is presented here as the complicated union of opposites he is. This is where we see most clearly how the Apeman is a unique creature, part of two worlds but not completely belonging to either. Enraged by the massacre of his wife and retainers, he vows to never again have anything to do with people after he kills all the Germans he can find; but, almost immediately, the Apeman starts offering his help to the English forces in the area and he adopts the young man and woman who would die in the jungle without his help. Despite his sermons about how civilization produces only evil, in fact it is that side of his heritage that makes him heroic ("Tarzan`s conscience was troubling him, which accounted for the fact he compared himself to a weak, old woman, for the ape-man, reared in savagery and inured to hardships and cruelty, disliked to admit any of the gentler traitws that in reality were his birthright.")

                  As much as he rants about the evils of civilization, our hero soon is planning how to lead a tribe of apes to build storehouses for putting food away for hard times. ("He would try to teach them some of the better things that he had learned from man...") And although he intrudes on a Dum-Dum dance and tackles the leader of a tribe of Mangani to be accepted as one of the boys, err apes, he is not too proud to use "a jujutsu hold that Tarzan had learned among civilized men" to get an advantage on the big guy. Although he claims to have only grudgingly learned a little bit of civilized ways to please Jane, you notice he speaks fluent German and has read classics in the original Latin on his own. Our boy likes to think of himself as pure Tarmangani, not a cursed human, but he doesn`t fool himself for long. Tarzan is complex, conflicted, yin and yang in one person, more than a little mixed-up. It`s what makes him such a fascinating creation.

TARZAN THE TERRIBLE

(Jan 2, 2003)

From 1921, where it was published as a seven part serial in ARGOSY ALL-STORY WEEKLY, this is more like it! Starting off these reviews with some of the weaker, less energetic entries from later in the series gave me a wrong impression. I had forgotten just how good Edgar Rice Burroughs could be.

TARZAN THE TERRIBLE is one of the very best of the entire series, filled with imaginative details, strong characterization and tighter plotting that`s unified by the Apeman`s search for his missing wife. It showcases one of Burroughs` most intriguing and believable Lost Worlds.

Seperated from discovery by a huge nearly impassable morass, Pal-Ul-Don features a few prehistoric beasts still surviving, notably the sabretooth and the triceratops- like `gryf` (I`m sure the triceratops is the favorite dinosaur of many of us, and if one could be still extant and lumbering around, I`d prefer it to a T. Rex, that`s for sure).

Pa-Ul-Don is inhabited by two species of pithecanthropoi...essentially modern humans except for their opposable big toes and odd thumbs. Oh, and there is the fact that they have long, prehensible tails. The black skinned denizens are the Waz-Don, and except for the fact that they have a beautiful glossy pelt, they`re mirror images of the white skinned Ho-Don. The Ho-Don live in settlements, while the Waz-Don build elaborate caves which honeycomb cliff walls. (I love the images of these guys scurrying up and down sheer cliffs with their system of removable pegs set in holes in the walls...if the people I know who pay to practice indoor rock climbing could spend a weekend in Paul-Ul-Don, they`d be delirious.)

What`s most appealing about this story is how open-minded Burroughs was. The Ho-Don and the Waz-Don are essentially equals in intelligence and morals; and characters from both species are likeable. Tarzan himself is more complex and subtle than the simplistic one-dimensional portrayal he was later shown as. For one thing, he enjoys primitive art for its own sake. In an interesting moment, he appreciates gazing at scenery ("that spiritual enjoyment of beauty that only the man-mind may attain..."). Later, we`re told that he had differed from the apes in many characteristics "not the least of these were in a measure spiritual, and one that had doubtless been as strong as another in influencing Tarzan`s love of the jungle had been his appreciaton of the beauties of nature."

This dual nature is one of the things I love best about the character. Tarzan is not a mere animal in a human form, he is a unique symbiosis of the human and the animal natures. In the later books, this was forgotten in favor of increasingly mean spirited attacks on human nature, but the balance between Lord Greystoke strolling through Hyde Park with Jane on a Sunday and Tarzan ripping raw meat from a freshly killed gazelle* is an essential part of the appeal. Tarzan is yin and yang in a single body.

Another vital factor in this book being so good is Jane Clayton herself. She is badly missed by her absence after TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION. Not only does she give the Apeman a compelling, urgent motivation to go through all the hardship and danger he undertakes here (in later books, he often seemed to get involved in wars and crises out of boredom), but Jane herself is a very likeable character. For the past two years, she has been a prisoner of the Germans and the native tribes, but she`s kept her self respect and as much dignity as possible. As soon as she can escape, she does. Jane is half naked and unarmed, but in a short period of time, she`s making spears and building a tree house. The moment when she claps her hands in joy at managing to build a fire is a delight for the reader as well as herself. Jane provides a focus to Tarzan`s life that he himself realizes very well, and her inexplicable absence from the later books accounts for much of their blank, inconsequential feeling.

There is another supporting character that keeps showing up during the story, a dark giant in a loincloth who doggedly struggles through the morass and vicious wildlife that gave Tarzan himself so much trouble. This stranger is carrying bandoliers of ammo and an Enfield rifle which he refuses to use until he reaches his goal. Longtime readers of the series will know who he is, of course, and his dramatic entrance at just the most critical moment is perfectly handled. The fact that Tarzan, his family and friends, love each other so strongly that they will hike through wilderness for years to find each other, is touching and rewarding for the reader to witness.

There is a lot more to recommend in this book. In Pal-Ul-Don, Tarzan encounters a false religion which he manipulates to his own ends, and the situation is handled much more defty than in later books. It should be noted too that, here the Apeman actually is Tarzan the Terrible in deed. Not only is he capable of rampaging through a mob of armed opponents, throwing them in all directions, leaping over low walls so quickly that no one is sure what happened to him, killing lions with a knife and so forth, but he`s remarkably callous. Twice, when he needs to inflitrate, he thinks nothing of killing a Ho-Don priest (who has done him no harm), cutting off the man`s tail and fastening it to his loincloth to pose as a Ho-Don. He also lops off the head of a slain warrior, taking it with him as a "recollection of the days when he had delighted in baiting the blacks of the distant jungle of his birth." (I don`t remember those scenes in the recent Disney cartoon.) There is nothing saintly about Tarzan, he`s no perfect Zen master.

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*There is a mention here of Tarzan supplementing his diet with fruit and berries, a detail neglected in the later books which seemed to have him thriving exclusively on raw meat.


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