The story of Pirates of Venus is a tale that is centered around a man named Carson, who tells his story about the time he went on a spaceship to venture into Mars, but the rockets were redirecting his ship and crash landed into Venus, as well as a civilization that are known as Amtorans (they named Venus as Amtor). During the time Carson is there he learns the Amtors' culture and language, but falls in love with the princess of the village, however it is discovered that he has bacteria, and it was known that Amtorans had no bacteria, and it did not help that he was in love with the daughter of the chief of the village. He is then sent on a series of arranges to prove his worth which ranges from love, betrayal, and adventure.
The genre Pirates of Venus would be known as, is the science fiction/adventure genre. The typical science fiction novel would be tale of epic proportion in space with intergalactic galaxies and extra terrestrial life form, and Pirates of Venus starts the tale with an unnamed man telling a story via telepathy from another individual who is on a fictional version of Venus where there is human life form residing.
Pirates of Venus, written by Edgar Rice Burroughs in 1934, was considered to be only one of the six volumes in the Venus Arc. Burroughs has been known for writing other stories such as Tarzan, however Pirates of Venus has been known for being a story that has a unique twist with writing, an example being that the story is being told via telepathy between the character Carson and the author of the story (who remains unnamed) instead of the normal first person, second person, and third person perspective.
Pirates of Venus was also written during the hight of the Ku Klux Klan and it was noticeable in the story when Carson smirked at his mutineers having a very obvious similarity to that of the KKK. Based on the quote, Burroughs may or may not have a connection to the cult, and it has remained a mystery.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
A Modern Fairy Tale
There once lived a silent girl from Canada named Moe, who was always a people pleaser and never the pleased. Her cheerful demeanor and positive outlook made her a helping hand always for those in need, never complaining no matter how bad. It was because of that she was called and texted on an hourly regular basis. There was not a day that went by, that her cell phone would not let out roaring buzz.
“Hey Moe? Can you come and give me a hand?” the text would read, and not a moment too soon, she would jump off her bed and into the car, driving as fast as she can to the person afar. The cell phone would give another loud buzz within twenty minutes later, and like a gypsy, Moe was rush to the next destination.
Amongst the constant callers and texties, her dear boyfriend Stan, requested her presence to his home, and being the loyal girlfriend, she drove like a bat out of a cave. One would think that this would be Moe's only time of being pleased, but that is far from the truth, because being the people pleaser that she is, she would give her whole self, mind and body, to Stan, which in turn was either just to hug Stan for three hours a day or to listen to him rant about his day. “Oh Moe” Stan would sigh dreamingly, “What ever should I do if you were not here?” With her mouth ready to respond, Stand quickly flipped over to his bed and fell asleep, forgetting that poor Moe was still clutched between his arms. BUZZ went her phone, another request, and with just a flick of the wrist, Moe was gone, but not before she had to watch her dear Stan pout.
A casual routine this was for 365 days and 24 hours, until one day she got more calls she could stand “Moe I need help with my homework” “Moe, help me carry this 36” television to my fifth floor apartment” “Moe, can you help me with directions? I seem to be lost”. As per usual, dear Stan has called, requesting her presence one again. As Moe was giving her daily hug and listening to his endless rants, flustered and tired from the hard days work, her cell phone erupted with a text of distress. Annoyed by the pesky interference, dear Stan made a bold proclamation to the exhausted Moe “Dearest Moe, why not live here with me? No more running or hassles, just be with me and no one else.” Moe shook her head no, and pushed him away, some nerves he has to say such cruel things, she drove home as fast as she could, a minute or two to be with herself. She slammed her door shut and fell on her knees, with a deep mighty breath, Moe roared “I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!” She glanced at her phone and saw the distress messages, so with her dextrous fingers she replied to all and simply wrote:
“Later guys, I'M GOING TO VEGAS!”