Back in the 1950s, as a teenager, I was on Mars with Bradbury (”The Martian Chronicles”), and on Venus with Heinlein (”Between Planets”). There was life (intelligent life) on both worlds then. Ah, those were the days.
:’) That was the view of the late George Adamski as well. ;’) Asimov did a short story called (I think) “The Long Rain”, which has Venus a rain forest where the rain basically never stops, and there’s a Vietcong-like native insurgency opposed to Earthling dwellers, so they go around destroying the habitats (which are dry and brightly lit inside). And Burroughs had his first-person Mars stories, as well as at least one Venus novel.
Dark they were and golden-eyed ...
Me too.
And I remember Orson Welles' Mars Invasion on Mercury Theater in '38.
I had listened to the program on radio (War of the Worlds), and was amazed to see pictures of New Jersey residents hunkering out in the fields with rifles in the next day's newspaper. News didn't travel fast in those days.