I read all of the novels in my early teens.
Tarzan was never gracious nor sophisticated.
He remained a Savage though he was capable of love, and some degree of loyalty. The graciousness and sophistication were a thin veneer.
Contemplating “Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar” the modern word which best categorizes Tarzan would be “sociopath”
That said, the books are a hell of a lot more fun to read than most modern books. If you’re fourteen anyway.
“Tarzan (John Clayton, Viscount Greystoke)”
No, Tarzan was Johnny Weismuller
The Weissmuller version of Tarzan my not be true to the original books, but that’s the version I remember from my childhood.
Our local elementary school would set up a projector and screen in the library during summer break and show the Weissmuller Tarzan movies and sometimes 3 Stooges shorts free of charge(there was no summer school).
If you absolutely had nothing else in the world to do and were bored to death, you would walk down a dirt road, barefoot, to the school and sit in folding chairs and watch for an hour or so, then walk back home. The films ran all afternoon and there were usually 5 or 6 kids watching at any one time. I’m not even sure they had complete Tarzan movies, seems like they had 20 or 30 minute clips, and they switched between different films (although the films were pretty much the same anyway). Cheeta was the favorite and got a cheer anytime he appeared onscreen.
My favorite ERB was always Pellucidar. I always gotta be the weird one.
R.I.P., Dave (my childhood best friend) really enjoyed the Tarzan books and the Weissmuller movies.
Tarzan is far inferior to Mowgli as a character.
No movie every made has come anywhere even close to the novels.
anyone see the one with Chris Lambert? Was that close?
The PC nonsense is everywhere of course now. ERB wrote highly readable entertaining books. Naturally he is condemned now by the Ministry of Truth representatives. What a load.
The Mucker was a character in 2 books, which somehow reminded me of the movie Citizen Kane and the character Gail Wynand from ‘The Fountainhead,’ or perhaps the Harold Robbins ‘A Stone for Danny Fisher.’
The concept of persons rising up against odds, in the streets is anathema to the mindless Progressives, with an agenda by now realized (by rational persons) as completely vile.
Edgar Rice Burroughs used to own a big chunk of my hometown. Um, Tarzana, CA.