Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Edgar Rice Burroughs was, and is, the most influential writer, bar none, of our century.”
Ray Bradbury
My writer’s virginity was left behind after I received a glossy hardback book from my now passed aunt and uncle on my tenth birthday. The book, “Tarzan and the City of Gold” was an eye opener to me. The lurid cover had a loin clothed muscle man, a scantily clad nymph and lions. What else could a boy ask for? From then on I decided I would write stories.
ERB was essentially a failure except when it came to his pulp fiction. In fact he, perhaps more than others, helped define and give much needed life to this genre. Since then many authors have sought to use and exceed his methods as well as the imaginative means that brought us Tarzan, Pellucidar, John Carter of Mars. I have in my basement the collection from my early years of reading, stashed away, awaiting for my return.
He was prolific, churning out story after story. To this day, his 80 some tomes have been reprinted millions of times in over 52 countries.
I suppose it would be easy to dismiss ERB. His work is not  “classy” yet it has inspired many a generation, produced series of movies and television works and to this day is republished as frequently as the classics.
I have gone beyond ERB in my own writing – or at least I wish to think so – but still he is the muse that looks over my shoulder. It all began for me with a book he had written in 1932. ERB died in 1950, a scant two years after my coming into the world.
His first book as taken from a serialized group of stories in 1912 and it was not even Tarzan, perhaps his best known character. Not bad for some one who couldn’t pass the test for West Point and was a terrible pencil sharpener salesman.


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