The previous reviewers failed to mention that 49 of the 50 listed fantasies are male-dominant (the exception being I-Am-A-Slave-Guy, with the sneering statement that some of us just can't manage to be manly 24-7). Norman states that all women are submissive boy toys deep down (repeatedly and at tedious length), and that any assertion to the contrary by the little darlings is self-evident denial. There's certainly a segment of the male population who would love to believe this, but I haven't found many women who admit to craving chaining and whippings if only a man would notice them.
Saying that, I myself have loved this book from the beginning. I am a huge fan of the Gor novels and their philosophy toward life and relationships. Unlike the politically correct or the feminist fools, I am proud to be a MAN. I am as a Man a Master of myself my relationships and my fate. A woman is a natural submissive, unlike those females who think and strive to be men...only to fail at being what they are genetically and psychologically. Not that I am sexist, I am a realist and I am an "actualist", that being, someone who understands what is actual about the Male/female dichotomy.
If you want a realistic book that talks plainly and truthfully about being a Man and a woman, unlike your John Grays or Phillip McWhatever his name is...then get this book and BE A MAN!
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John Norman's story starts in the canals of Port Kar, before taking Tarl Cabot to the taverns of Lydius, the tents of the Sardar Fair, and then north to the land of the red hunters. As I have said before, we are now in the part of the Gor series where each volume seems to come up with another example of a people descended from transplanted earthlings; in this case, Eskimos. I found the 1978 Gor novel to be fairly pedestrian, given the rest of the series. The epic war between the Priest-Kings and the Kurii develops very slowly in the series, and I have to admit that I was always disappointed that we were seeing more and more of the Others without ever getting a return visit from Misk the Priest-King. However, Norman is developing one of the Kurii as a key figure and something of a counterpart to Tarl Cabot, which is not a bad idea. The key thing is that by this time in the Chronicles of Counter-Earth series it is Norman's Gorean philosophy that is becoming more prominent than the action/adventure aspects of the series that got me hooked in the first place.
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John Norman's story starts in the canals of Port Kar, before taking Tarl Cabot to the taverns of Lydius, the tents of the Sardar Fair, and then north to the land of the red hunters. As I have said before, we are now in the part of the Gor series where each volume seems to come up with another example of a people descended from transplanted earthlings; in this case, Eskimos. I found the 1978 Gor novel to be fairly pedestrian, given the rest of the series. The epic war between the Priest-Kings and the Kurii develops very slowly in the series, and I have to admit that I was always disappointed that we were seeing more and more of the Others without ever getting a return visit from Misk the Priest-King. However, Norman is developing one of the Kurii as a key figure and something of a counterpart to Tarl Cabot, which is not a bad idea. The key thing is that by this time in the Chronicles of Counter-Earth series it is Norman's Gorean philosophy that is becoming more prominent than the action/adventure aspects of the series that got me hooked in the first place.
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These cards are cheaply produced, both in terms of production and photography. Plain specimens of each featured fruit are stuck in the center of drab, pastel fields. These images could have been culled from encyclopedias.
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Jason Marshall is in his mid-twenties and sitting in a cafe on Earth having a discussion on gender roles with Beverley Henderson. When she becomes the target of a Gorean abduction Jason tries to interfere and ends up brought to Gor as well and promptly enslaved. As the silk slave of the Lady Florence of Vonda, Jason is indoctrinated into the rules of his new world, becomes a pawn in the conflict between his mistress and her nemesis the Lady Melpomene, and ends up in the stables as the titular fighting slave. The intergalactic conflict between the Priest-Kings and the Others is replaced by the more mundane conflict of an attack by Glorious Ar upon the Salerian Confederation.
As an Earth male enslaved on Gor, Marshall serves as a surogate for the male reader in terms of learning the Gorean requirements for being a manly man. Of course, by the end of the novel the collar is on the other neck (literally) and the student becomes the teacher. "Fighting Slave of Gor" and the entire Jason Marshall trilogy are obviously going to be of considerably more interest to those who have not only read the books but have also invested in sleeping silks, Tuchuk tattoos and a slave collar (or two). I preferred Tarl Cabot on his war tarn Ubar of the Skies over anything that ever happened on his sleeping firs, but you know what they say about different strokes.
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If you are new to Braddon, I would suggest starting with some of her other titles such as The Trail of The Serpent or Aurora Floyd.
Firstly, the story is a typical Victorian era melodrama: family members squabbling over an inheritance, with certain members stopping at nothing to become rich. Ms Braddon does do a good job on the characterizations, and the ultimate mystery does build up to a good conclusion. The book is nicely structured (..unlike Lady Audley's Secret, where we find the story basically ending 100 pages from the finish).
However Ms Braddon is simply not a very good writer. Her prose is weak, especially compared to Wilkie Collins. Every third sentence ends with an exclamation point, which must be Ms Braddon's way of indicating high drama (?).
Bottom line: a unremarkable slice of Victorian literary history. Certainly not terrible, but nonetheless a far cry from Wilkie Collins material.
Seriously, though, not only is the poor guy obsessed with the entire maledom/femsub thing--which is exactly why I suspect that he's "whipped--he thinks that *everyone's* fantasies involve bondage--which simply isn't so.