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Writing The Hollow Earth

More from my memoir-in-progress, Nested Scrolls.

One of the last things I did in Lynchburg, Virginia, in 1986 was to join in a riverboat regatta. In 1775, two of my local ancestors, Anthony and Benjamin Rucker, had designed a flat-bottomed wooden boat that could be poled down the James River from Lynchburg to Richmond. They used it to ship hogsheads of tobacco from the local farms to Richmond. In numerous spots, the river becomes shallow rapids, so you have to slide your boat over the stretches of rocks—thus the sturdy, flat bottom. The Ruckers’ boats were called bateaus, and, with the help of their friend Thomas Jefferson, they patented the design.

In 1986, some people in Lynchburg had the idea of getting a bunch of crews to build their own bateaus, and to have a five day boat race down the river from Lynchburg to Richmond. (Since then, this has become an annual event.) My friend Henry Vaughan and I joined the rotating crew of the Spirit of Lynchburg for one day—camping out the night before in a pasture by the river.

It was nice out on the James. Henry and I wore kerchiefs against the sun, and I started calling him Otha, after a black guy named Otha Rucker whom I’d met in traffic school. The only hassle was that our so-called captain was a gung-ho jock who was seeing this event as a serious athletic competition, and kept exhorting us to pole like crazy, push through the wall of pain, put out a hundred and ten percent, bullsh*t like that.

Our home-made boat was so heavy and leaky that after the first hour, we were in last place, with the other boats out of sight far ahead. Maybe the preppy jock thought he was the captain—but, being a Rucker, I figured I was the Shadow Captain. I mocked and chaffed the tyrant, evoking merriment from the crew. At the end of the day, the jock wanted to slug me, but I slipped out of his reach amid my fellows.

Back in my Lynchburg office, three young artists from Richmond come to see me, as if sent by Eddie Poe to meet the Shadow Captain. They’d brought me some beautiful drawings of tesseracts unfolding, and of four-dimensional cubes. It was exhilarating to learn that, bit by bit, my ideas were getting out there.

[Drawing for the 2nd Edition of the Hollow Earth, see explanation.]

I began thinking about writing a historical SF novel involving one of my favorite notions from fringe science: the Hollow Earth. The idea is that our planet is in fact hollow like a tennis ball or like a fisherman’s float. A race of people live inside. But how do we get in there? Perhaps through holes in the ocean floor, or perhaps via an immense hole at the south pole.

My special inspiration was Edgar Allen Poe’s novel, The Journey of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, which describes a sea voyage to the walls of ice around the Southern pole, with the implication that there is a huge opening to be found there, a great shaft leading into Mother Earth’s womb. Wanting this to be true, I reasoned that, even if Poe had erred about the hole being clearly visible, it might well be hidden beneath a sheet of accumulated snow and ice.

[See my paintings page for more info about my artwork.]

My old friend Gregory Gibson, in his capacity as antiquarian bookseller, sent me Wilkses’s The Narrative of the U. S. Exploring Expedition 1838-1842, Benjamin Morrell’s, A Narrative of Four Voyages to the South and North Seas, plus a fine twenty-volume edition of the collected works of Poe, who in fact used Morrell’s book himself.

I pored over these volumes, coming to identify with Eddie. He wrote of being possessed by an imp of the perverse, who impelled him to do deliberately alienating and antisocial things—which described my punk attitude to a tee.

While in Lynchburg, my expanding researches led me to the rare book room in the library of the University of Virginia, where I found writings about John Cleves Symmes, Jr., who began proselytizing his doctrine of the Hollow Earth in 1818.

Symmes lived in Newport, Kentucky, and he styled himself the Newton of the West. He was too busy lecturing—or too sly—to publish any books under his own name, but I found a nonfiction Symmes’ Theory of Concentric Spheres, and a novel, Symzonia: A Voyage of Discovery, which are purportedly written by Symmes’ followers. My feeling is that, as the books speak so very highly of Symmes, he either wrote them himself or collaborated heavily.

[A classic drawing of the Hollow Earth, see this post for further H.E. info.]

In California, I started work on my novel, The Hollow Earth: The Narrative of Mason Algiers Reynolds of Virginia. The book eventually appeared in hardback and in two paperback editions, and in ebook.  There’s even a free “Creative Commons” ebook version online.

The novel is about a country boy who leaves his farm, travels down the James as a stowaway in a bateau, accompanied by his dog Arf and his childhood companion Otha, who’s now an escaped slave. They meet Edgar Allan Poe in Richmond, and they travel onward to Antarctica and to the Hollow Earth.

I wasn’t sure how to light up the inside of the Hollow Earth, a land which I called Htrae. If you put an Inner Sun in the center, then it seems like everything would fall up into the sun. One day when I was walking around San Francisco with Marc Laidlaw, I found the solution.

It was a new science toy called a plasma sphere, on display in a New Age shop. By now nearly everyone’s seen these one of these things—it’s a hollow glass ball with an electrode in the center. Branching lines of electrical discharge reach out from the electrode to the outer surface, and if you move your fingertips around on the sphere, the glow lines trail after them. That’s the way to light up the Hollow Earth! Have great aurora-like streamers of light reaching from the Central Anomaly to the inhabited inner surface of Htrae.

The writing went slowly. I find it hard to keep my novelistic momentum if I only have a spare hour here and there in which to write. The only extended patches of free time that I had were during the school vacations—especially in the summer—but often we’d want to take family trips then, taking road trips around California or flying to visit Sylvia’s father and brother in Geneva.

When my first August in California came to an end and the fall semester loomed, I thought of the early sailing ships trying to reach the fabled southern continent of Antarctica. Sometimes they’d overstay the brief polar summer, become iced in, and spend the dark, howling winter hunkered in their vessels, hunting seals for food.

[Go to my “Hollow Earth” page to see the paperback and ebook editions available .]

Repeatedly iced in by my teaching duties as I was, it took about three years to finish writing The Hollow Earth. When I was done, I used the hoaxing Poe-like expedient of pretending that The Hollow Earth was a manuscript that I’d found in that rare books room at the University of Virginia.

To this day, I get occasional emails from readers taken in by this. They wonder why I haven’t done anything to help mount an expedition to retrace Mason’s steps. One guy even assumed that since The Hollow Earth was just an old public-domain manuscript that I’d edited, it was okay to post a page-scan of my book on the web!

[Kids with Arf, canine hero of The Hollow Earth.]

My kids liked hearing me talk about the Hollow Earth. Once when we were on a cross-country skiing vacation at Lake Tahoe, I pointed out to Isabel the blueness of the light that seemed to emerge from the holes our ski-poled made in the snow.

“Proof that the Earth is hollow!” I told her.

“As if more proof were needed,” she responded cheerfully. “When will they see?”

Oh, one more thing. There was an article about my novel in the paper in San Jose, and a bum came by my office to tell me this news:

“The sun is cold and hollow. That light you see overhead is just the interaction of some special rays from the sun with our upper atmosphere. I used to be a very famous surfer, you know. Look.”

He pulled out a page torn from an encyclopedia with a grainy picture of someone on a wave.

“That’s me. Inside the Hollow Sun.”

15 Responses to “Writing The Hollow Earth”

  1. Greg Gibson Says:

    Hey Rudy:

    You were too modest to point out that the first third of the book contains some of the finest historical fiction that anybody’s done in this century – bar none! The details, the tone, the speech. It’s all flawless…

    Will it be back in print soon?


  2. Rudy Says:

    Greg Gibson! Hi, big guy. Yes, THE HOLLOW EARTH is back in print from Monkeybrain Books, just click the picture of the new cover at the top of the blog, or scroll down through this entry for the same link.

  3. Steve H Says:

    My wife, who’s an English prof, threw up her hands about midway through Hollow Earth and said “I guess nobody ever told him how difficult it is to write this kind of period piece.” Mason’s voice was perfectly authentic and no obvious anachronisms of speech popped up. She thought you did a great job on Poe, too.

  4. rs Says:

    I really liked Hollow Earth, it was a fun adventure. When my son read it he checked with me to make sure that it was fiction.

    The idea of you being rowdy enough to have to duck a punch brings a smile to my face.

  5. Mac Tonnies Says:

    Arf is one of the many rewards of “The Hollow Earth,” beautifully and simply realized.

  6. Kehrtraud Says:

    Hi rudy1
    As I read 6 Rudy-Rucker-books in the last 4 weeks, post-Singular downloaded but not yet read, I think I’ll put the title on my Christmas-list.
    I had to prepare a lesson on 4 dimensions. It was fun to start with Abbott’s Flatland and end with Rucker’s Spaceland. Inspired by the lesson I started to write a short story to be read on our Sylvester party.
    Greetings from cold old Bavaria to sunny California!

  7. Alex Says:

    Does the MonkeyBrain Books edition have extra text compared to the 1st Editon?
    I notice the new edition has 400 pages and the William Morrow & Co; 1st edition which I have only has 308 pages. Did you add something or is it just the page or font size that is different?

  8. Rudy Says:

    Alex, the new MonkeyBrain edition of THE HOLLOW EARTH differs from the 1st edition in two respects: (1) I read through the book and edited it a little, fixing some minor logical errors, smoothing the flow, and dialing down the dialect. (2) I added a short afterword, but still in character as this guy who’d found a 19th C manuscript. Oh, and it has a much nicer cover. Word count should be about the same.

    Kehrtraud, I’m glad to year you read so many books of mine! There are a few 4D stories in my collection GNARL!, if that topic is of special interest to you. Set off a knaller on Sylvester for me.

  9. Chris King Says:

    I liked the shrig that went boom. 😉

  10. Kelson Says:

    You’ve got such a cool family line…all these Rucker’s, making the world a gnarlier place!

  11. Russ Van Rooy Says:

    As an unrepentant math/physics/ and coolness groupie, I have long followed your blog, Rudy as well as read a number of your books. I also follow several other math/physics related blogs and the other day I saw that Professor John Baez, who runs the n-Category Cafe, used the word ‘Gnarly’ to describe certain problems in physics. I know you’ve used this word for quite some time and I wonder about the history of this word, and what propriety you may have in it as a descriptor of mathematics/physics related subjects? Professor Baez’s wiki where he mentions ‘gnarly’ is here: and the n-Category Cafe is here: . I might add, it’s stuff way way beyond my understanding but it still rates high on my coolness index. Keep on keepin’ on!

  12. Ellen Says:

    I love the photo of Arf with the kids. He looks exactly how I pictured him.

  13. Tarek.Rafea Says:

    it’s the most important topic that the whole world should be searching for.
    for me,I’m searching for the truth, BUT the truth is overlooked and no one actually would answer my questions but the one who is not afraid of telling the truth….
    I hope to find that person soon.

  14. ambie Says:

    I read this article long time ago, it dawned to me that this science breakthrough will support the hollow earth theory! amazingly i never read or hear about this discovery. If pursued this will tremendously buttressed the HE!

    Helpful H-Bomb
    Monday, Feb. 22, 1993
    Click here to find out more!

    IN THEIR QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE, SCIENTISTS WILL take advantage of anything that’s helpful, even a nuclear blast. Studies of the shock waves given off by a Chinese .66-megaton nuclear test have revealed a “continent” 2,000 miles underground, at the boundary between the molten iron of the planet’s core and the molten rock just above it. The word continent is used loosely; what two scientists at the U.S. Geological Survey found was a region 200 miles across and 80 miles deep that is denser than surrounding regions. The implication: the core-mantle boundary may be as complex as the earth’s surface.

    When the Bomb sent shock waves through the earth, ripples were detected at North American seismic centers. Because a wave’s speed depends on the composition of what it’s moving through, the timing of detections helped scientists compare densities of subterranean regions. This type of research may uncover other structures inside the earth, but — fortunately — H-bombs don’t go off every day.

    Read more:,9171,977782,00.html#ixzz15kDzIJaR

  15. Brenda Paddon Says:

    Hi Rudy,

    I loved reading The Hollow Earth, many years ago now-early 90s I guess. Found it at the library in Toronto.

    I have never forgotten the characters or the sheer and immense joy I felt when they entered inside the hollow earth.

    thanks so much!

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