But wait, it's more like my grandfather's childhood (possibly, I could get a ouija board and ask him). I read the all the books in my early adolescence, attracted by the venerable pedigree and Michael Whelan's sumptous cover art on the Del Rey mass market editions. The prose is dated and dry, a real slog even to a older and experienced reader. Fandom is permeated with a century of references to Barsoom and reading the canon is a rite of passage, but I don't think many folks re-read them and geek over the details except for snob appeal.
I'm excited by the return to Planetary Romance and that it may be accepted by wider audiences. Maybe we'll see good non-campy versions of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers without roller-disco. Maybe SF fans don't want the dusty, half-remembered icons gussied up for the masses. Hooray for airships and swashbuckling with monsters brought to you... by The Mouse.
CONFUSED.
I for one am disguising my feelings with a studied indifference but will be there on opening day.
Constable, gather everybody in the parlor in half an hour. I'm going to take another look at Col. Iguanodon's last will and testament.