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Cambridge, England, 1905. Jane Porter is hardly a typical woman of her time. The only female student in Cambridge University’s medical program, she is far more comfortable in a lab coat dissecting corpses than she is in a corset and gown sipping afternoon tea. A budding paleoanthropologist, Jane dreams of traveling the globe in search of fossils that will prove the evolutionary theories of her scientific hero, Charles Darwin.

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Overview

Cambridge, England, 1905. Jane Porter is hardly a typical woman of her time. The only female student in Cambridge University’s medical program, she is far more comfortable in a lab coat dissecting corpses than she is in a corset and gown sipping afternoon tea. A budding paleoanthropologist, Jane dreams of traveling the globe in search of fossils that will prove the evolutionary theories of her scientific hero, Charles Darwin.

When dashing American explorer Ral Conrath invites Jane and her father to join an expedition deep into West Africa, she can hardly believe her luck. Africa is every bit as exotic and fascinating as she has always imagined, but Jane quickly learns that the lush jungle is full of secrets—and so is Ral Conrath. When danger strikes, Jane finds her hero, the key to humanity’s past, and an all-consuming love in one extraordinary man: Tarzan of the Apes.

Jane is the first version of the Tarzan story written by a woman and authorized by the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate. Its publication marks the centennial of the original Tarzan of the Apes.

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“Not only is it wildly entertaining and more swoon-worthy and tastefully erotic than Fifty Shades of Grey or any of its knock-offs, but also, Jane has heart and soul. If you are looking for a stellar historical romance and adventure story, Jane should definitely sit on your bookshelf. It has charming and fascinating characters and sociopath villains who scare the living daylights out of you. Jane: The Woman Who Loved Tarzan has positively reinvented the beloved couple for the modern age.”

—The Huffington Post

Jane is a triumph! A triumph of imagination, adventure, and character. Here we have the true ‘missing link’ that we've always wanted—Jane's side of the story.” 

—Margaret George, New York Times bestselling author of Elizabeth I

“Finally an honest portrayal of the only woman of whom I have been really, really jealous. What a wonderful idea to write this book. Now I am jealous all over again!”

—Jane Goodall PhD, DBE, Founder of the Jane Goodall Institute, UN Messenger of Peace

“With riveting action and suspense, earthy humor, a piquant look at the debate over evolution, and the love between heroic, resourceful, and tender Tarzan and smart, strong, and passionate Jane, this is lush and satisfying entertainment.”

—Booklist, starred review

“Excitement, danger, labyrinths, pyramids, treasure, and volcanoes abound, as Jane and Tarzan learn to trust and love each other.”

—Library Journal

“Jane Goodall and Isak Dinesen would be right at home with Miss Jane Porter. A respectful, exciting and disarming update of one of the last century's most oft-told tales.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“Authentic and compelling, Jane was a book I couldn't put down. Robin Maxwell's talented storytelling ability brought these fabulous characters to life for me. Don't miss this unique and thoroughly enjoyable book!” 

—Brenda Novak, New York Times bestselling author of In Close

“My Dad, John Coleman Burroughs, and my Grandad, Edgar Rice Burroughs, would often discuss Tarzan's relation to Jane. 'Now there is an idea for a good book....one that really brings Jane into focus,' Grandad would say. Robin Maxwell's book does this brilliantly. Not only do Tarzan and Jane transform into a living, breathing couple who bring the Tarzan saga to new life, but the thrills and adventure leap off the page in the grand tradition of Edgar Rice Burroughs himself.” 

—John R. Burroughs, Grandson of Edgar Rice Burroughs

Publishers Weekly
On a scientific expedition with her father into the rainforests of Gabon, Africa, paleoanthropology student Jane Porter is rescued from a leopard attack and nursed back to health by Tarzan, a remarkable (and remarkably attractive) wild man. The story beautifully captures Jane and Tarzan’s powerful yet naïve attraction and Jane’s wonder and joy as she explores the jungle by Tarzan’s side. Maxwell’s reimagining, authorized by the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate, makes smart changes from the original: caricatured cannibals are replaced by the more complex Waziri tribe of later Tarzan novels, whose hidden treasure motivates some formidable European villains. Unfortunately, the early chapters hammer home the spunky heroine clichés: Jane is an atheist, a spinster at age 20, and prone to quarreling with her mother about split skirts. Given that she also fights enraged elephants and treks deep into the jungle, Maxwell’s Jane is so obviously heroic and feminist that the usual tropes are hilariously unnecessary. Agents: David Forrer and Kim Witherspoon, Inkwell Management. (Sept.)
Library Journal
Edgar Rice Burroughs, a struggling pulp fiction writer, meets paleontologist Jane Porter, who regales him with details of her African journey and encounter with Tarzan, a mysterious Englishman raised by apes. Authorized by the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate and published on the centennial of the publication of the first Tarzan story in 1912, Maxwell (O, Juliet; Signora da Vinci) retells Tarzan's story from Jane's point of view in a more politically correct style (she treats native peoples in a more modern light than Burroughs and acknowledges their poor treatment by Europeans). Smart, athletic and fearless, Jane is more than capable of overcoming her trials in the African jungle. VERDICT The chapter describing the meeting between Burroughs and Jane stretches the reader's credulity, but the rest of the novel features enough action and adventure to satisfy most Tarzan aficionados. Excitement, danger, labyrinths, pyramids, treasure, and volcanoes abound, as Jane and Tarzan learn to trust and love each other.—Sally Bickley, Del Mar Coll. Lib., Corpus Christi, TX
Kirkus Reviews
The old "Me Tarzan, You Jane" dynamic established in Johnny Weismuller movies gets a radical update by shining the spotlight on adventuress Jane Porter. The author fully reinvents the character of Jane Porter, so often the "damsel-in-distress," by making her a budding paleoanthropologist and giving her good reasons to explore the wilds of Africa. At 20-something, Porter is considered a spinster by her family, save her beloved father, a fellow scientist. They're both intrigued when American Ral Conrath invites them to join an expedition to West Africa, luring them in with tales of the apelike, croc-killing creature with white skin. A neatly framed narrative finds Jane recounting her story to budding storyteller Burroughs during an encounter in Chicago in 1912. Meanwhile, flashbacks to 1905 find a rifle-wielding Jane nearly shooting Ral Conrath, a cad and corrupt treasure hunter, before falling into the arms of the missing Lord Greystoke and his tribal comrades (it's worth using the Mangani-English glossary helpfully included). Maxwell ticks all the boxes, including offering up a hunky Tarzan, primeval jungle life and a bit of tasteful lust on Jane's part. "You do not live in Africa, my dear," she's warned. "Africa lives in you." Jane Goodall and Isak Dinesen would be right at home with Miss Jane Porter. A respectful, exciting and disarming update of one of the last century's most oft-told tales.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765333599
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 9/18/2012
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 957,291
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Robin Maxwell

ROBIN MAXWELL is the national bestselling author of eight historical fiction novels featuring powerful women, including Signora da Vinci and the award-winning Secret Diary of Anne Boleyn, now in its twenty-fourth printing. She lives in the high desert of California with her husband, yogi Max Thomas.

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Chicago Public Library, April 1912

 

Good Lord, she was magnificent! Edgar thought. Infuriatingly bold. He had many times fantasized about women such as this Jane Porter, but he honestly believed they existed only in his imagination. The vicious heckling she had endured for the past hour in the darkened room would have broken the strongest of men, yet there she stood at the podium casting a shadow on the startling image projected by the whirring episcope on the screen behind her, back straight as a rod, head high, trying to bring order back into the hall.

Her age was indeterminate—somewhere approaching thirty, but her presence was one of striking vitality and self-assurance. She was tall and slender beneath the knee-length suit coat of fine brown wool. Her honey-colored hair was tucked up beneath a simple toque of black felt, not one of those large frivolous feathered creations that these days hung perilously cantilevered over a woman’s face. Emma wished desperately for one of those freakish hats, and Edgar was secretly glad they were still too poor to afford it.

“These claims are preposterous!” cried a man seated halfway back in the crowded room. He had the look of an academic, Edgar thought.

“These are not claims, sir. They are the facts as I know them, and physical evidence, here, right before your eyes.” There were hoots of derision at that, and catcalls, and Jane Porter’s chin jutted an inch higher.

“This is clearly a hoax,” announced a portly bearded man who brazenly walked to the table in front of the podium and swept his hand above the massive skeleton displayed on it. “And a bad hoax at that. Why, you haven’t even tried to make the bones look old.”

The audience erupted in laughter, but the woman spoke over the commotion in a cultured British accent with more equanimity than Edgar thought humanly possible.

“That is because they are not old. I thought I made it clear that the bones came from a recently dead specimen.”

“From a living missing link species,” called out another skeptic. The words as they were spoken were meant to sound ridiculous.

“All you’ve made clear to us today, Miss Porter, is that you should be locked up!”

“Can we have the next image, please?” the woman called to the episcope operator.

“I’ve had enough of this claptrap,” muttered the man sitting just in front of Edgar. He took the arm of his female companion, who herself was shaking her head indignantly, and they rose from their seats, pushing down the row to the side aisle.

This first defection was all it took for others to follow suit. Within moments a mass exodus was under way, a loud and boisterous one with rude epithets shouted out as hundreds of backs were turned on the stoic presenter.

Edgar remained seated. When someone threw on the electric lights, he could see that the episcope operator up front in the center aisle was wordlessly packing up the mechanism of prisms, mirrors, and lenses that threw opaque images onto the screen as the speaker began her own packing up.

Finally Edgar stood and moved down the side aisle to the front of the meeting hall. He rolled the brim of his hat around in his hands as he approached Jane Porter. Now he could see how pretty she was. Not flamboyantly so, but lovely, with an arrangement of features—some perfect, like her green almond eyes and plump upward-bowed lips, and some less so, like her nose, just a tad too long and with a small bump in it—that made her unique.

She was handling the bones as if they were made of Venetian glass, taking up the skull, shoulders, arms, and spine and laying them carefully into a perfectly molded satin receptacle in a long leather case.

She looked up once and gave him a friendly, close-lipped smile, but when he did not speak she went back wordlessly to her task. Now it was the lower extremities that she tucked lovingly away, using special care to push the strange big-toe digits into narrow depressions perpendicular to the feet.

Edgar felt unaccountably shy. “Can I give you a hand?”

“No, thank you. They all fit just so, and I’ve had quite a lot of practice. London, Paris, Moscow, Berlin.”

“I have to tell you that I was completely enthralled by your presentation.”

She looked at Edgar with surprised amusement. “You don’t think I should be locked up?”

“No, quite the contrary.”

“Then you cannot possibly be a scientist.”

“No, no, I’m a writer.” He found himself sticking out his hand to her as though she were a man. “The name’s Ed Burroughs.”

She took it and gave him a firm shake. He noticed that her fingernails were pink and clean but altogether unmanicured, bearing no colorful Cutex “nail polish,” the newest rage that Emma and all her friends had taken to wearing. These were not the hands of a lady, but there was something unmistakably ladylike about her.

“What do you write, Mr. Burroughs?”

He felt himself blushing a bit as he pulled the rolled-up magazine from his jacket pocket. He spread it out on the table for her to see. “My literary debut of two months ago,” he said, unsure if he was proud or mortified.

All-Story magazine?”

“Pulp fiction.” He flipped through the pages. “This is the first installment in the series I wrote. There was a second in March. My pen name’s Norman Bean. It’s called ‘Under the Moons of Mars.’ About a Confederate gentleman, John Carter, who falls asleep in an Arizona cave and wakes up on Mars. There he finds four-armed green warriors who’ve kidnapped ‘the Princess of Helium,’ Dejah Thoris. He rescues her, of course.”

She studied the simple illustration the publisher had had drawn for the story, something that’d pleased Edgar very much.

“It really is fiction,” she observed.

“Fiction, fantasy…” He sensed that the woman took him seriously, and he felt suddenly at ease. It was as if he had always known her, or should have known her. She exuded something raw and yet something exceedingly elegant.

“When I was ten I came home from school one day and told my father I’d seen a cow up a tree,” Edgar said, startling himself with his candor with a complete stranger. “I think I said it was a purple cow. I was punished quite severely for lying, but nothing stops a compulsion, does it?” When she shook her head knowingly, he felt encouraged. “A few years later I moved to my brother’s ranch in Idaho and stayed for the summer. By the time I was enrolled at Phillips Academy I could spin a pretty good yarn about all the range wars I’d fought in, the horse thieves, murderers, and bad men that I’d had run-ins with. It was a good thing my father never heard about them.”

A slow smile spread across Jane Porter’s features. “Well, you’ve shown him now, haven’t you. A published author.”

“I’m afraid my old man has yet to be convinced of my myriad talents.”

She snapped both cases closed and took one in each hand.

“Here, let me help you with those.”

“No, thank you. Having the two of them balances me out.”

“I was hoping you’d let me take you out to dinner. Uh, I’d like very much to hear more about your ape-man.”

She stopped and looked at him. “Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“You must pardon my suspiciousness. I have been booed and hissed out of almost every hallowed hall of learning in the world. This is the last. I tried to have my paper heard at the Northwestern and Chicago universities, but I’m afraid my reputation preceded me and they said absolutely not. That’s why you had to listen to my presentation at a meeting room at the Chicago Public Library.”

“So will you come out with me?”

The woman thought about it for a very long moment. She set down her cases and walked to the man at the episcope, quietly conferred with him, and returned. “It’s really not a good idea for us to talk in public, but my hotel is nearby. You and I can go up to my room.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Edgar said. “Chicago police keep an eye on even the nicest hotels. They might arrest you for soliciting. But my apartment’s not too far. The wife and kids have gone to her mother’s for the weekend. I mean … sorry, that sounds…”

“Mr. Burroughs, your apartment’s a fine idea. I’m not afraid of you. But don’t you care about the neighbors?”

He eyed the woman’s bulky luggage. “I’ll tell them you’re selling vacuum cleaners.”

She smiled broadly. “That will do.”

They were largely silent on the taxi ride across town to his Harris Street walk-up, except for the exchange of pleasantries about the lovely spring weather they were having and how April was almost always horrible in England.

It was just Edgar’s rotten luck that the only neighbor who saw them come in was the landlord, a petty, peevish little man who was looking for the rent, now more than a week late. Edgar was relieved to get Jane Porter up the three flights and inside, shutting the door behind them, but he cringed to see the empty cereal bowl and box of Grape-Nuts that he’d left on his writing desk. There was a pile of typewritten pages on letterhead lifted from the supply closet of the pencil sharpener company he worked for, a mass of cross-outs and arrows from here to there, scribbled notes to himself in both margins.

“It’s a novel I’m writing, or should say rewriting … for the third time. I call it The Outlaw of Torn.” Edgar grabbed the bowl and cereal box and started for the kitchen. “I turn into a bit of a bachelor when my wife is away. By that I don’t mean…”

“It’s all right,” she called after him. “You have children?”

“A boy and girl, two and three. Why don’t you sit down? Can I get you something to drink? Tea? A glass of sherry?”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a cup of water. Cool, please.”

When Edgar returned from the kitchen, his guest was sitting at the end of the divan in an easy pose, her back against the rounded arm, her head leaning lazily on her hand. She had taken off her suit coat, and now he could see she wore no stiff stays under the white silk blouse, those torturous undergarments that mutilated a woman’s natural curves. She wore no jewelry save a filigreed gold locket hanging between shapely breasts, and it was only when she was opening the second of the two cases holding the skeleton that he saw she wore a simple gold wedding band. He could see now where she had meticulously pieced together the shattered bones of the apelike face.

He set the water down and sat across from her. Now she sighed deeply.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Edgar asked, praying silently that she did.

“Well, I’ve never told this in its entirety. The academics don’t wish to hear it. But perhaps your ‘pulp fiction’ readers will. I can tell you it’s a story of our world—a true story, one that will rival your John Carter of Mars.”

“Is it about you?”

“A good part of it is.”

“Does what happened to you in the story explain your fearlessness?”

“I told you, I’m not frightened of you. I…”

“I don’t mean me. You took an awful lot of punishment this afternoon … and in public, too. You’re a better man than I.”

She found Edgar’s remark humorous but grew serious as she contemplated his question. “I suppose they did toughen me up, my experiences.” She stared down at her controversial find, and he saw her eyes soften as though images were coming into focus there.

“Where does it begin?” he asked.

“Well, that depends upon when I begin. As I’ve said, I’ve never told it before, all of it.” She did some figuring in her head. “Let me start in West Central Africa, seven years ago.”

“Africa!” Edgar liked this story already. Nowhere on earth was a darker, more violent or mysterious place. There were to be found cannibals, swarthy Arab slave traders, and a mad European king who had slaughtered millions of natives.

“It just as well could start in England, at Cambridge, half a year before that.” She smiled at Edgar. “But I can see you like the sound of Africa. So, if you don’t mind me jumping around a bit…”

“Any way you like it,” Edgar said. “But I know what you mean. It’s not easy figuring out how to begin a story. For me it’s the hardest part.”

“Well then … picture if you will a forest of colossal trees. High in the fork of a fig, a great nest has been built. In it lies a young woman moaning and delirious. Her body is badly bruised and torn.”

“Is it you?” Edgar asked.

Jane Porter nodded.

“I have it in my mind. I can see it very well.” Edgar could feel his heart thumping with anticipation. He allowed his eyes to close. “Please, Miss Porter…” There was a hint of begging in his voice. “Will you go on?”

 

Copyright © 2012 by Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc.

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  • Posted September 24, 2012

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    A Reimag­in­ing

    Jane: The Woman Who Loved Tarzan by Robin Maxwell is a fem­i­nine take on the famous Bur­roughs novel. This book tells the famous story from the view point of Jane Porter, Tarzan's love interest.

    Jane Porter is the first and only woman at the Uni­ver­sity of Cam­bridge to study med­i­cine. She is a fish out of water and already an “old maid” being unmar­ried in her early twen­ties. An Amer­i­can explorer named Ral Con­rath invites Jane and her father to join his West African expe­di­tion they both agree.

    Jane: The Woman Who Loved Tarzan by Robin Maxwell is not a retelling of the ori­gin story of Tarzan, but a reimag­in­ing of the mythol­ogy orig­i­nally cre­ated by Edgar Rice Burroughs.

    I was very excited about this novel, Tarzan has always been a favorite (who can for­get those won­der­ful comics and Johnny Weiss­muller films) and in prepa­ra­tion read the orig­i­nal Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Bur­roughs. To be hon­est, I was sur­prised at how much I enjoyed the book again (I read it as a kid), I can cer­tainly see why it is con­sid­ered a clas­sic and cap­tures the imag­i­na­tion of the young and young at heart.

    Read­ing the first sev­eral pages of this novel I could tell that Jane would be dif­fer­ent. The Jane Porter is this novel is a strong woman, a sci­en­tist and trail blazer. Jane tells her story, after a sci­en­tific pre­sen­ta­tion, to author Edgar Rice Bur­roughs. While this plot device might work, I thought it was a bit awk­ward espe­cially when Jane, a scholar and an old fash­ioned woman (in today’s terms) describes inti­mate details about her rela­tion­ship. I know very few, if any, women who even today would do so to a com­plete stranger.

    This is by no means a crit­i­cism, in Tarzan of the Apes Bur­roughs skips over the long peri­ods for which it took Tarzan to learn skills. Ms. Maxwell fills in those gaps with slower, more method­i­cal nar­ra­tive. Being the cen­tral char­ac­ter, Jane is cer­tainly inter­est­ing through­out, even if a bit vain. I felt Jane’s char­ac­ter grew through­out the novel, from an uptight stu­dent to a more ani­mal­is­tic crea­ture less depen­dent on her pro­tec­tors (civ­i­lized or not) and more will­ing to take risks in the phys­i­cal or psy­cho­log­i­cal realms.

    Edgar Rice Bur­roughs, Inc., the com­pany which man­ages the rights to the author’s work, has approved this novel. Accord­ing to the author’s note they were actu­ally quite involved in the process. I believe they made the right choice, Ms. Maxwell cre­ated Jane a believ­able and more grounded char­ac­ter than any man could have (injured Jane’s con­cerns per­form­ing her bod­ily func­tions in front of Tarzan never would have entered my mind).

    While the Bur­roughs books are pure adven­ture, this novel is more or a romance with adven­ture sprin­kled here and there. I thought the back­ground sto­ries of the char­ac­ters were inter­e

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2012

    Robin Maxwell breaks the 'glass ceiling' with her historic ficti

    Robin Maxwell breaks the 'glass ceiling' with her historic fiction novels about powerful women. Jane is the epitome of intellectual and physical prowess; the perfect partner for the jungle god. I can't wait for the movie!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2014

    Could not put down!

    I adored this book. It is a thrilling ride and puts you through emotional straights at times. I did not want it to end! Maxwell has renewed my love for this story and she will capture yours as well. These are tears of joy, not of sadness.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2013

    Shit

    Aaaaaaassssssssssss ass

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 29, 2013

    Jane

    A great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2012

    Highly recommended

    I thought the book was very true to the Buroughs tradition. Jane was one of the most interesting female characters I have read in the last ten years.

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  • Posted October 12, 2012

    Highly Recommend

    "Jane" is a good read. Maxwell has created a partner for Tarzan in every way. The plot moves rapidly and the characters come to life on the page. Hoorah for the new perspective on the Tarzan story. I can't wait to see the movie version.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    Decent read

    It wasn't bad for being written so far past the original. It starts out a little slow because the author uses a lot of descriptive detail to paint the picture. Otherwise not a bad read. However there is some disturbing parts especially in regards to the death of Alice Clayton so there is some warning there.

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