Mundane Musings

I just finished reading Sir Edgar Rice’s Tarzan of the Apes. Yep the classic. I’m in a mood to read classics these days and boy was I rewarded for the attempt. The book had the essentials of a proper adventure movie which no wonder landed it at the door step of our Hollywood producers. But believe me the movies don't even remotely do justice to this masterpiece of a book.(Another classic which thrilled me so much was Jack London's White Fang) I loved the writing style. Sir Edgar Rice adopts the narrator’s role through out and he reminds me of a wizened old man with a pipe in his mouth (though his biography doesn’t depict this) sitting by the fireplace and narrating such fascinating stories. While reading the book, you never once question his knowledge of the language or the mannerisms of the animals and Tarzan's bringing up in the depths of the jungle by an Ape named Kala. My fixation with Tarzan of the Apes started when I first read it with encouragement from my elder