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CREATOR OF TARZAN SPEAKS
Says His Books Are Not Intended to be Contributions to
Classical Literature, But Are Written to Entertain and Sell
By Edgar Rice Burroughs
Mr. Burroughs's recent books "At the Earth's Core" and "The Chessmen of Mars"
are enjoying as wide a vogue as his popular Tarzan stories.

 
(The following article from the pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs, written for the literary page of the Times, is intended to give his thousands of readers in Southern California an intimate glimpse of the man whose Tarzan stories are probably as widely read as the works of any American writer. Mr. Burroughs is under fifty, but in spite of his comparative youth, he has had a picturesque and varied career as miner, cowboy, storekeeper, policeman, soldier and traveler. It is safe to say that while he is the author of a score or more of books he has lived more stories than he has written. He is now living at Tarzan Ranch, Reseda, in the San Fernando Valley, California -- Editor)


Mr. Ford suggests that I talk to you about my books -- "At the Earth's Core," "The Chessmen of Mars" and the "Tarzan" stories. He wants me to talk about them for a thousand words... What I can say of them without outraging modesty can be put in fewer words by far. I think they are bully stories and that they fulfill the purposes for which they were written -- to entertain and to sell. They were not written for any other purpose. Sometimes reviewers waste whole columns on them explaining that they are not what I never intended them to be -- contributions to classical literature. That is misspent energy. Did a sport writer ever discuss the table manner of Battling Siki as seriously affecting his success in t he prize ring? The only standard by which I judge the fiction that I enjoy is whether it has the punch to hold my interest and is able to deliver the k.o. to dull care and worry.

It seems to me that no one who functions properly above the ears can possibly read fiction for purposes of instruction or enlightenment. It is written by men no better, and oftentimes not so well, equipped to think as the reader. Each book contains the personal viewpoint of one man or woman, and even that opinion is usually seriously affected by what he thinks the public will pay $1.50 or $2 for. Occasionally there is a great piece of fiction, once in a hundred years, perhaps, or maybe I had better say a thousand years, that actually molds public opinion; but in the meantime fiction either entertains or it does not entertain, and that is all there is to it. What entertains you may not entertain the other fellow, but God knows there is enough of it written each year so that it is our own fault if we are not all entertained. 

FICTION IS STEPPING STONE

The really great purpose of fiction, however, is, as I see it, that it is a stepping stone to other and vastly more entertaining reading. The reading of clean fiction should be encouraged since the reading of anything will form the habit of reading and one day the novitiate, having no fiction on hand, will, perforce, have to read something else, and, lo, a new world will be opened to him -- and there are so many wonderful books outside the fiction lists; but gosh! how they do charge for them. My favorites are travel exploration, biography and natural history, but there are others -- countless others in which you can find more wonderful things than I or any other writer can invent.

Did you ever read an annual report of the Smithsonian Institute? I recently sat up nearly all night reading one that is ten years old, almost, and when, at dinner the following evening I recounted my adventures of the previous night to my three children they held them spellbound and elicited a thousand questions, 999 of which I could not answer.

And then there are magazines such as the Geographic, Asia and Popular Mechanics. These three constitute an encyclopedia of liberal education for adult or child that arouses a desire for more knowledge and fosters the habit of reading. 

LIKES "THE VIRGINIAN"

I am fond of fiction, too, although I do not read a great deal of it. And I have my favorites -- Mary Roberts Reinhart and Booth Tarkington are two of them. When I read one of Mrs. Reinhart's stories I always wish that I might have been sufficiently gifted to have written it, and then when I read something of Tarkington's I feel the same way about that. I have read "The Virginian" five or six times, and "The Prince and the Pauper" and "Little Lord Fauntleroy" as many. I believe "The Virginian" to be one of the greatest American novels ever written, and though I have heard that Mr. Wister deplores having written it, I venture that 100 years from now it will constitute his sole link to fame -- and I am sure that "The Virginian" will live 100 years, if the Bolshevists and the I.W.W. permit civilizations to endure so long as that. 

Let's talk about something else -- I haven't used my 1000 words yet. Literary people, for instance. Do you know any?  No! You're lucky. I've met a few, but I never stayed awake long enough to get acquainted. I used to belong to a club in Chicago composed entirely of authors, artists and editors. I lunched with them once a week for years and I do not recall that I ever hard a book or a picture discussed during all that time. They were not literary, but they were quite human and extremely good company. Literary people do not write. They read what other people write, discuss it, criticize it, quarrel about it and altogether take it much more seriously than the people who write it. Literary people just love to meet their favorite authors, but sometimes they are happier when they don't. If one should meet God and find that He wore a dirty collar, ate with a knife and picked his teeth in public one would feel shocked and disillusioned, would one not? Well of course, you can not expect all authors to be better than God. There are some to be sure; but we are in the minority.

SEX STORIES A BORE

And then there are autograph collectors. Most certainly they tickle a body's vanity, or at least they did mine until I fell upon a dealer's catalogue of autographs and found much nicer ones than mine quoted at 25 cents each. Collecting is a peculiar form of insanity. I had it in boyhood -- stamps, coins and postmarks. My two sons have it mildly. Four years ago they started a collection of bones and now the back porch looks like an ancient battlefield, or shambles, or something. Cows, horses, goats, wildcats, squirrels contributed various portions of their anatomies to this weird collection. There was more sense to it, though, than the collection of autographs. My youngest boy collects empty match boxes. The fact that they are all of the same kind makes no difference to him; but in that he shows the true spirit of the collector, for they are utterly useless, valueless, discarded things, and it is such that the collector loves best to gather. To my mind, the most hideous form that collecting can take is that of uncut books -- the pinnacle of utter and ridiculous selfishness. I do not believe that anyone who truly loves books would have an uncut volume on his shelves. 

There are, however, some books whose leaves might remain uncut for all of me -- those of the modern writers of so-called sex stories, and the complete works of Charles Dickens, each of which bore me to extinction. 

A thousand words are not so many after all. Glad they are exhausted? So am I.



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