The Solar Invasion, by Manly Wade Wellman
A group of superheroes in space, The Futuremen, fight off the evil Magician of Mars, Ul Quourn, and his meddling henchmen from Dimension X.
And that's basically it. No subtext, no nuance, no allegory or metaphor. Don't be naive, man! This is a pulp we're talking about, kid. It's pure action; it's high-octane bravado with handsome, dashing, muscular, and intelligent heroes, mustache-twirling baddies, robots, ray-pistols, tons of silly plot contrivances, and a cliffhanger at the end of every chapter.
And it's not bad, but nor is it great. It is, rather, a welcome little literary diversion that needs to be taken every once in awhile. I think that sometimes, as adults, we forgot the reasons why many of us started to read as children: the fun. Dipping back into this pulpy pool reminds me of that reason, and so, heavy with nostalgia and with a glint of childlike wonder in my eye, it was purely a pleasure to read something so light, fluffy, and fun.
On a side note, I would love to see a modern take on these characters. I think it would be a lot of fun to take The Futuremen out of the pulp pasts and put them into something more new wave or post-modern. It's a pretty neat little group of heroes:
Captain Future: the red-headed leader of the group. He's confident, strong, super smart, and makes split second decisions.
Otho: an android who can stretch his body, and who is a master of disguise.
Grag: A giant armored robot - super strong, kind of dumb.
Oog: A small alien creature called a meteor-mimic. It can change its body into any shape.
Brain: A Brain in a box.
Eek: Grag's little pet - think of Nibbler from Futurama.
I can easily imagine a very interesting Watchmen/X-Mutants examination of these characters in a world that is less innocent, sincere and naive, and more cynical, paranoid and cruel. How would these characters react if there were to be whisked away from their world and into a future more like one created by PKD, or Gibson, or even Rucker.
Although one might argue that Alfred Bester already did this with The Stars My Destination.
I think the perfect author for something like this would be Philip Palmer.
Anyhow, I can't really recommend this book to anyone unless they're really, really into the pulps. And even then, there are probably better examples out there. However, because of my recent Wellman obsession, I'm still really glad that it exists and that I read it.