So I finished the penultimate Tarzan novel, and I have little else to offer than the rejection letter from the editor G.W. Post, at Argassy, stating that "we do not find Tarzan and the Mad Man to be very inviting stuff. Tarzan doesn't seem to be Tarzan any more [...] Its plot, though it does contain large helpings of action, is pretty repetitious with it's constant capture, escape, recapture pattern. I think an even more serious fault, is the fact that Tarzan himself takes, I should guess, something under fifteen percent of the wordage, and when he does appear, he is simply a safety net in the rescue of the others. His own immediate problem is slight, his own perils are few, and the jams he gets into himself, are the sort that Tarzan, as we very well know, could get out of with both hands tied behind him."
*Grumble grumble* something about the repetition of amnesia-ridden dopplegangers crowding the jungles of Central Africa, and greedy men falling victim to their own avarice.
