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The Chessmen of Mars Review

This The Chessmen of Mars review evaluates Edgar Rice Burroughs's late Barsoom adventure as a planetary romance of pursuit, disguise, ritual, and spectacle, with reader-fit guidance, strengths, cautions, context, and alternatives.

Author
Edgar Rice Burroughs
First published
1922
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This The Chessmen of Mars review argues that Edgar Rice Burroughs's novel is most rewarding when read as late-period planetary romance rather than as rigorous science fiction: a book driven by pursuit, pageantry, invention, and constant repositioning across the theatrical world of Barsoom. It is not the strongest place to begin the series, and it is not free of the ideological baggage of early pulp adventure, but it remains lively because Burroughs gives the story a distinctive game-board structure and keeps the reader moving through one bizarre peril after another.

The Chessmen of Mars review: a planetary romance of movement, ceremony, and design

The best way into The Chessmen of Mars is to notice how deliberately artificial it is. Burroughs is not trying to persuade the reader that Mars could really work this way. He is building a setting in which every city, custom, machine, and threat feels heightened enough to support serial adventure at full volume. By the time he reaches this later Barsoom novel, he no longer needs to prove that the world can hold a swashbuckling plot. Instead, he starts playing games inside that world, and the most memorable of those games is the title image itself: chess not just as ornament, but as a clue to how the novel thinks about capture, maneuver, rank, and release.

That makes this book feel slightly different from the more foundational force of A Princess of Mars. The earlier novel wins through raw discovery and the thrill of first contact with Barsoom's dry sea bottoms, warring peoples, and improbable codes of honor. The Chessmen of Mars has less of that inaugural shock. What it offers instead is refinement through complication. The story divides attention across disguises, rival powers, strange institutions, engineered creatures, and ceremonial dangers. It becomes less an origin story than a roaming tour through the pleasures of an already established imaginative franchise.

That late-series quality is important for reader expectation. Burroughs writes here with the confidence of a storyteller who assumes the reader will accept abrupt turns, extravagant coincidences, and emphatic moral sorting as part of the entertainment contract. The novel does not spend much time defending its logic. It spends its energy converting every interval into another movement on the board. In that sense, its thesis is simple: keep the characters under pressure, keep the world weird, and keep the sequence of reversals clean enough that the reader always wants one more chapter.

For modern readers, the result is a book that survives less because of psychological depth than because of narrative engineering. Burroughs knows when to delay reunion, when to intensify peril, when to shift locale, and when to introduce some lurid new social rule or creature design. If that sounds blunt, it is. But bluntness is often part of the fun in planetary romance. The novel does not aspire to subtle realism. It wants velocity, image, and danger, and it usually knows how to deliver them.

What makes this Barsoom novel distinctive

The most distinctive thing about The Chessmen of Mars is that its title is not decorative. The idea of living chessmen and formalized contest gives the book a peculiar identity even within Burroughs's own series. A lesser pulp sequel might have relied on the general pleasures of exotic cities, captivity, combat, and rescue while merely swapping names and scenery. Burroughs still uses those pleasures, but he also gives this novel a central emblem that shapes its mood. The sense of being moved, trapped, displayed, or strategically positioned runs through the story at several levels, and it helps the adventure feel less generic than the setup might suggest.

The novel also benefits from shifting attention away from John Carter as the sole center of gravity. By bringing Tara of Helium into the foreground and pairing her story with other lines of movement and pursuit, Burroughs gains a little more flexibility than he has in books dominated by one invincible male hero. He still relies on rescue structures and idealized romance, and the character work remains broad rather than nuanced, but the redistribution of narrative focus gives the book a more varied rhythm. It becomes a chain of convergences rather than a single straight heroic ascent.

That matters because Barsoom can otherwise become repetitive. Burroughs's strengths are obvious and narrow at once: he loves ordeal, transit, capture, duel, escape, and revelation. Those ingredients can flatten into routine if they are not rearranged. In The Chessmen of Mars, he rearranges them more playfully than usual. The novel keeps offering new ceremonial frames for danger. One threat is physical, another social, another technological, another tied to status or ritual. The action still moves fast, but it does not feel like the same scene copied over and over.

There is also a pleasing shamelessness to the worldbuilding here. Burroughs understands that the right kind of implausibility can be an asset in pulp fiction. He wants strange races, strange customs, strange apparatus, and strange spaces that can be grasped immediately and remembered long after the details of plot have faded. He designs Barsoom for memorability rather than scrutiny. As in much classic popular storytelling, the world is strongest when approached as a visual and dramatic system rather than as a fully reasoned speculative model.

Strengths: why the book still reads with energy

Its first strength is momentum. Burroughs almost always knows where to end a scene, when to withhold a clean resolution, and how to turn one crisis into a fresh line of movement. Readers who enjoy the sensation of being carried forward will find that The Chessmen of Mars still moves briskly despite its age. The prose is not ornate, and the emotional register is not subtle, but the engine is dependable. The book keeps finding ways to push bodies through danger and to turn geography into suspense.

Its second strength is pageantry. Planetary romance depends on a reader's willingness to delight in extravagance, and Burroughs is good at presenting extravagance in quick, emphatic strokes. This is a novel of palaces, chambers, processions, threats, impossible beasts, and stylized combat. It thrives on vivid premises stated with total confidence. That confidence is part of the experience. Burroughs rarely pauses to apologize for the flamboyance of what he has invented. He assumes that if the image is strong enough and the stakes are immediate enough, the reader will go with him.

Its third strength is structural play. The chess motif gives the novel a pattern that can be felt even when it is not being explicitly discussed. Characters are separated, advanced, cornered, captured, exchanged, and rerouted. Alliances form under pressure. Apparent safety becomes exposure. This creates a stronger sense of design than some adventure novels achieve. Even when the psychology is thin, the arrangement of peril has shape. The book feels composed around reversals rather than simply accumulated from episodes.

Another strength is historical usefulness. Readers interested in the development of science fiction can learn something specific here: not only how early speculative adventure borrowed from romance, imperial quest fiction, and serial melodrama, but how comfortably those forms could mingle before genre categories hardened into stricter expectations. The Chessmen of Mars is not hard science fiction, and it is not trying to be. It belongs to the pulp branch where science-fictional setting and fantasy-like adventure happily overlap. That makes it especially helpful for readers who want to understand why "planetary romance" remains a useful label.

The book also succeeds as an example of sequel-world confidence. Burroughs does not waste time re-explaining every premise at scholarly length. He trusts the continuing vitality of Barsoom itself. For some readers that will feel like momentum; for others it will feel like missing scaffolding. But when it works, it produces exactly the sensation that long-running series fiction aims for: the pleasure of returning to a world that already knows its own theatrical possibilities.

Cautions: where the novel feels limited or dated

The clearest caution is that this is not an ideal first Burroughs novel. A newcomer can certainly follow the immediate action, but the book makes more sense as a visit deeper into a world already encountered elsewhere. If you want the purest statement of what made Barsoom famous, A Princess of Mars is the stronger entry point because it lets the world arrive as discovery rather than inherited furniture. The Chessmen of Mars is better understood as variation, extension, and recombination.

A second caution concerns characterization. Burroughs can sketch a motive cleanly and create strong emotional stakes, but he is not especially interested in layered interior life. Characters often function as embodiments of courage, loyalty, vanity, villainy, desire, or devotion rather than as densely contradictory people. If you need complex psychological shading to stay engaged, this novel may feel decorative where you want depth. The book's imagination is spatial and kinetic more than introspective.

A third caution is repetition. Even with the chess structure, Burroughs returns to favorite devices so often that some readers will start to see the gears. Captivity, sudden reversal, separated lovers, improbable recovery, villainous threat, and last-minute relief recur with pulp regularity. Readers who enjoy genre ritual may take this as reassurance. Readers who want tonal modulation or deeper uncertainty may find the experience narrow.

The largest modern caution, though, is ideological. Like much early pulp adventure, the novel carries assumptions about race, hierarchy, civilization, and gender that do not sit harmlessly at the edges. They help organize the fantasy. Heroic legitimacy and social worth are often simplified in ways that feel very much of Burroughs's era. Tara of Helium's presence complicates the series formula somewhat, but the book still works within a romantic-adventure framework that idealizes some kinds of authority while flattening others. A responsible reading does not ignore that. It holds the imaginative pleasure and the historical limitation in the same frame.

This is one reason the novel belongs productively within classic literature as well as science fiction. Its value now is not just that it can still entertain. It is also that it can reveal how older mass storytelling converted spectacle into common sense, and how adventure could feel liberating in one register while carrying older exclusions in another.

Reader fit: who is likely to enjoy it and who may not

This book is a strong fit for readers who already know they like pulp adventure and want more than the standard origin-volume experience. If you enjoy stories built from pursuit, escape, ceremony, disguise, and exotic danger, The Chessmen of Mars has a lot to offer. It is also a good fit for readers interested in genre history who want to see how Burroughs kept Barsoom flexible enough to support fresh spectacle after the series' foundational books had already done the world-introducing work.

It is an especially good fit for readers who can enjoy narrative propulsion as a virtue in itself. Some novels reward patient interpretation; Burroughs rewards surrender to motion. If you appreciate clean stakes, broad emotional signals, and a storyteller's refusal to linger when a new hazard can appear instead, you are likely to read this happily. The book is also helpful for readers who like seeing how later adventure fantasy inherited its love of dramatic locations, competence under pressure, and heroically legible conflict.

It is a weaker fit for readers seeking either scientific rigor or modern emotional complexity. Planetary romance can sit adjacent to science fiction, but it often cares less about plausibility than about imaginative altitude. Burroughs's Mars is a story world first. If what you most value in speculative fiction is conceptual discipline, sociological depth, or the gradual unfolding of ambiguous character psychology, this novel will probably feel thin. It is energetic rather than searching.

It is also a weaker fit for readers who prefer to start a series at the beginning. Because The Chessmen of Mars assumes the ongoing vitality of Barsoom, readers may appreciate it more after at least some contact with earlier entries such as The Gods of Mars or The warlord of Mars #3. That does not mean the book is inaccessible. It means its pleasures are more cumulative than introductory.

In practical terms, the ideal reader is someone who wants a vivid old adventure with a strange hook, understands the difference between pulp momentum and literary subtlety, and is willing to read critically where the period shows through. For that reader, the book still has real charge.

Pulp and planetary romance context

One of the best reasons to keep The Chessmen of Mars in circulation is that it clarifies what planetary romance actually is. The term points to more than "a story set on another planet." It describes a mode in which speculative distance opens space for romance, combat, impossible societies, bold scenery, and larger-than-life moral sorting. Burroughs helped define that mode. In Barsoom, Mars becomes not a laboratory of hard extrapolation but a dream geography for ordeal and desire.

Seen in that context, The Chessmen of Mars is valuable because it shows the mode after its initial invention. A Princess of Mars establishes the grammar. The Chessmen of Mars shows how that grammar can be recombined. The pleasures are similar, but the emphasis shifts from first discovery to elaboration. That shift matters historically. It reveals how genre worlds become reusable engines: once readers accept the planet, writers can start varying the local games played upon it.

The novel also helps explain why later science fiction sometimes embraced Burroughs and sometimes reacted against him. Books such as The Martian Chronicles inherit the idea that Mars can be a screen for human fantasy, longing, and anxiety, but they often trade Burroughs's blunt heroics for melancholy, symbolism, or critique. That comparison is useful because it shows what Barsoom is and is not trying to do. Burroughs wants sensation and movement. He is not trying to offer the wistful cultural mirror or the scientifically argued future.

At the same time, it would be too simple to call this "mere escapism." Escapism can still be historically important form. Burroughs's version of escape helped teach generations of readers and writers how much excitement could be generated by a boldly branded world and a constant sequence of tests. The book belongs not only to literary history, but to the history of mass entertainment design. Its influence lies partly in how directly it translates setting into action.

That context is also why the book remains a useful bridge title inside a large review library. It connects classic adventure, early science fiction, romance structures, serial storytelling, and the development of commercial fantasy spectacle. Few novels sit at exactly that crossroads with such shameless clarity.

Alternatives and a smart reading path

If your main interest is the original Barsoom spark, start with A Princess of Mars. It remains the cleanest introduction to Burroughs's Mars because it pairs discovery with momentum so effectively. If your interest is in how the series deepens its cosmology and religious-political weirdness, The Gods of Mars is a better companion. If you simply want more Barsoom after this one, The warlord of Mars #3 helps track how Burroughs consolidates the heroic-romantic machinery of the cycle.

If, on the other hand, what attracts you here is the broader idea of Mars as a literary playground, The Martian Chronicles offers a radically different answer. Bradbury turns Mars into a poetic and haunted mirror for human desire and failure. Reading the two side by side is instructive. Burroughs shows the high pulp adventure line; Bradbury shows how the same planet can become elegiac, ironic, and culturally self-conscious.

Readers who mostly enjoy The Chessmen of Mars for its flamboyant worldbuilding may also want to browse the wider science fiction shelf for other books where setting creates its own dramatic logic, or the classic literature shelf for older adventure and speculative works whose historical importance is inseparable from their limitations. Burroughs rarely gives the best-written version of an idea, but he often gives one of the clearest and most contagious.

The key alternative depends on what you want more of. More origin energy: A Princess of Mars. More Barsoom continuity: The Gods of Mars or The warlord of Mars #3. More literary Mars: The Martian Chronicles. More modern complexity: probably elsewhere in the category. That is part of the usefulness of this review. The Chessmen of Mars is not the universal recommendation. It is a very specific one.

Final verdict

The Chessmen of Mars remains worth reading because it understands exactly what kind of entertainment it wants to be. It wants chase, spectacle, ritual, romance, separation, reunion, strange machinery, improbable menace, and continuous forward drive. Burroughs does not pretend those pleasures are minor; he builds the entire novel to intensify them. When the book works, it works through confidence and arrangement rather than through style or depth.

Its weaknesses are real. The ideology is dated, the characters are mostly broad types, and the sequence-driven plot can expose its own repetitions. It is not the richest Barsoom novel emotionally, and it is not the best starting point for readers unfamiliar with the series. But the chess motif gives it identity, and the late-series freedom lets Burroughs become more openly playful with his own machinery. That counts for a lot.

So the final recommendation is calibrated rather than blanket. Read this if you want a vivid example of planetary romance in full pulp mode, especially if you already know you enjoy old adventure fiction and can read it critically. Skip it if you need modern psychological density or if you want Barsoom at its most immediately accessible. For the right reader, though, the book still does what durable pulp is supposed to do: it creates a world strange enough to remember and a motion strong enough to keep turning pages.

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