(With musings about why I should write a space opera, but probably won't)
I finally got around to reading A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs. The novel is famous for being mad into a forgettable film by The Asylm and then into an even more forgettable film by Disney. The book is fun, even if times it does get to anthropological. The strange titles which most characters have get a bit confusing at times.
The book is almost a western, but on Mars. It establishes the Si-fi plot where the 'civilised' humans align with the primitive natives to defeat the evil (thing Dune or Return of the Jedi).
So, where does it leave me. I'm thinking of writing a space opera, but probably won't. I have scribbled down a brain storm which resembles Henry IV in space. This could pretty amusing be. A celestial nation ruled by a leader who seized power through force, recently fallen out with his heir. This youthful dauphin has been lead astray by the comic relief, secret hero of this epic. But the prince must redeem himself by defeating a braver verson of himself, leading the revolution against his father. Most likely it will go into the pile and never be developed farther.
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