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<\/p>\nI can\u2019t quite remember where I first heard about the concept of the Hollow Earth.<\/p>\n
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Early on, I read Jules Verne\u2019s 1864 Journey to the Center of the Earth<\/em>\u2014I was a huge fan of Verne\u2014but even as a boy I could see that his novel was a failure. The book is about a large underground cave with a small ocean in it. Big deal. Edgar Rice Burroughs\u2019s Pellucidar novels of the Hollow Earth were equally disappointing. Nothing\u2019s all that different or special in these books, it\u2019s just a bunch of people running around and fighting with each other.<\/p>\n The first book that really gave me a taste of what I was after was Edgar Allan Poe\u2019s 1838, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket<\/em>, which I didn\u2019t closely study until I was about thirty, at which time I got a European Penguin edition of the novel, annotated by the excellent scholar Harold Beaver.<\/p>\n Poe\u2019s novel is seemingly unfinished\u2014as it\u2019s a narrative written by Arthur Gordon Pym, who disappears. It 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\u2019s womb. So deep was Eddie\u2019s subtlety that when his voyagers made it to the lip of a great maelstrom at the South Hole, it takes some deep thought to figure out that\u2019s what they\u2019re seeing. In the final scene on March 22 (my birthday!), they seem to go over the edge and into the hole. Here\u2019s Poe\u2019s ending:<\/p>\n The darkness had materially increased, relieved only by the glare of the water thrown back from the white curtain before us. Many gigantic and pallidly white birds flew continuously now from beyond the veil, and their scream was the eternal Tekeli-li<\/em>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Wanting more of this, I reasoned that, even if Poe had erred about the hole being clearly visible, it might still exist, but be hidden beneath a sheet of accumulated snow and ice. In 1986, I started work on my novel, The Hollow Earth: The Narrative of Mason Algiers Reynolds of Virginia<\/em>. The Earth is hollow, like a tennis ball. And you’re weightless in there. The wondrous Hollow Earth holds jungles, seas, native tribes, flying pigs, killer nautiluses, giant ants, and live flying saucers. Godlike sea cucumbers at the Hollow Earth’s core illuminate the great spherical space with branching rays of pink light.<\/p>\n I began preparing to write a novel about my new hero Mason Reynolds\u2019s journey from Virginia to Antarctica and through the South Hole into the Hollow Earth. My old friend Gregory Gibson, in his capacity as antiquarian bookseller, sent me some nineteenth century sailing narratives, and a fine twenty-volume edition of the collected works of Poe. I pored over these, coming to identify with Eddie. Poe wrote of being possessed by an imp of the perverse, who impelled him to do deliberately alienating and antisocial things\u2014which described my punk attitude to a tee.<\/p>\n While still in Lynchburg, my expanding researches had 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\u2014or too sly\u2014to publish any books under his own name, but I found a nonfiction Symmes\u2019 Theory of Concentric Spheres, <\/em>and a novel, Symzonia: A Voyage of Discovery<\/em>, which are purportedly written by Symmes\u2019 followers. My feeling is that, as the books speak so very highly of Symmes, he either wrote them himself or collaborated heavily.<\/p>\n In 1985, the Lynchburg, Virginia, traffic police remanded me to a series of driver education classes. (It was a kind of turning point for me\u2014the first time that I internalized the fact that I had some problems. Not that I managed to fix them as yet\u2014that would take me about ten more years.) Anyway, in these classes, I sat next to a Black guy called Otha Rucker. He wasn\u2019t from Lynchburg proper, but from way out in the country. I had a kind of family feeling towards him, and I hung out with him during the class breaks. Otha\u2019s country accent was so strange that I could hardly understand a word that he said\u2014often I couldn\u2019t even discern the general topic he was talking about. But I liked being with him anyway. After we left Lynchburg and I got going on The Hollow Earth<\/em>, I\u2019d write about a white boy from a farm near Lynchburg who makes a fabulous voyage with his Black half-brother, Otha. [In that painting above, that\u2019s Mason on the left, but it\u2019s not Otha on the right, it\u2019s Mason\u2019s wife Seela from the Hollow Earth.]<\/p>\n My dog Arf was another influence. One day in 1985, he and I floated down the James River from Lynchburg in a rubber raft, just the two of us.. Arf spent most of the ride sitting like a person, with his butt down, and with his back leaning against the fat ring of the raft. He raised his noble muzzle to the gentle breezes, staring off across the water, cocking his ears, taking everything in, twitching his beautiful black nose. Eventually we fetched up in some shallows and made our way to the highway. An old farmer in a pick-up gave us a ride back into town. This little outing was another seed for The Hollow Earth <\/em>.<\/p>\n Another key to getting the book started was my recollection of Newton\u2019s so-called \u201cShell Theorem<\/a>\u201d\u009d of 1687, which I\u2019d even proved for myself using calculus…it\u2019s not even that hard. As Newton puts it: \u201cNo net gravitational force is exerted by a hollow shell on any object inside, regardless of the object’s location within the shell.\u201d\u009d Inside the Hollow Earth, you float around like in space\u2014but there\u2019s air to breathe! Perfect.<\/p>\n Oddly enough, so far as I know, nobody else\u2019s Hollow Earth novels take this key fact into account. Blind fools! They always have the characters walking around \u201cupside down\u201d\u009d on the inner surface of the Rind. Thereby missing the real adventure and excitement of being inside the Hollow Earth. I was writing, as I liked to say, \u201cGeography SF.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n It took me several years to finish my novel as, just as I was starting, my family and I moved from Lynchburg, Virginia, to Los Gatos, California, where I\u2019d found a job teaching math and computer science at San Jose State University in Silicon Valley. It was hard getting started, as I didn\u2019t know jack shit about computers. I only had time to write during the summer months\u2014when, metaphorically speaking, the pack ice would melt.<\/p>\n Once I got going, I wasn\u2019t sure how to light up the inside of the Hollow Earth. If you put an Inner Sun in the center, then it seems like everything would fall up into the sun. By now we were settling into California, and I was walking around San Francisco with my new friend Marc Laidlaw, also an SF writer. This would have been 1986 or 1987. In a new age store called Star Magic on 24th St. near Castro St., Marc and I spotted a new science toy called a plasma sphere. By now nearly everyone\u2019s seen one of these things\u2014it\u2019s 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. Aha! That\u2019s the way to light up the Hollow Earth! <\/em>Have titanic aurora-like streamers of light reaching from the Central Anomaly to the inhabited inner surface of the Rind.<\/p>\n I had some fun flipping the races back and forth in The Hollow Earth<\/em>. At the core of the Hollow Earth they find the sky-surfing tribe known as the black gods. Nearby are a cluster of great sea cucumbers, who are known as the woomo<\/em>. Mason\u2019s traveling companion, the Black Otha, stays at the core. Mason, his wife Seela, and Eddie Poe make their way out through the crust and back to Earth. Due to their time in the strong light of the woomo<\/em>, their skins are now black. And they have to deal with that, as it\u2019s 1850 in the South.<\/p>\n Repeatedly iced-in by my teaching duties, I took nearly three years to finish writing The Hollow Earth<\/em>, which finally appeared in 1990, edited by, as I recall, John Douglas at William Morrow. The book got good reviews<\/a>. One might have termed it steampunk, but that word wasn\u2019t yet widely in use. My favorite review wasn\u2019t even printed, it was just something that Marc Laidlaw said in an email: \u201cRudy has written the great American science fiction novel.\u201d\u009d [That\u2019s a recent photo of Marc and me above.] For more blurbs, and more about the book’s publishing history, see my Hollow Earth book page<\/a>.<\/p>\n At the end of the book, I used the hoaxing Poe-like expedient of writing an afterword to the effect that The Hollow Earth <\/em>was a manuscript that I\u2019d found in the rare books room at the University of Virginia. For years I got occasional emails from readers taken in by the hoax. They wondered why I haven\u2019t done anything to help mount an expedition to retrace my hero Mason\u2019s steps. One guy even assumed that since The Hollow Earth <\/em>was just an old public-domain manuscript that I\u2019d edited, it was okay to post a page-scan of my book on the web!<\/p>\n My kids liked hearing me talk about the Hollow Earth. Once, while cross-country skiing with my daughter Isabel near Lake Tahoe, I pointed out the blueness of the light that seemed to emerge from the holes our ski-poles made in the snow.<\/p>\n \u201cProof that the Earth is hollow!\u201d\u009d I told Isabel. \u201cAs if more proof were needed,\u201d\u009d she responded cheerfully. \u201cWhen will they see<\/em>?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n In 1990, there was an article about my novel in the San Jose Mercury News<\/em>, and a street person came by my office to tell me some news. \u201cThe sun is cold and hollow,\u201d\u009d he said. \u201cThat light you see overhead is just the interaction of some special rays from the sun with our upper atmosphere. You should write about the Hollow Sun.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n I\u2019m always wondering how long I can keep writing books. I even have an ongoing Excel graph of of my books per year, with a curve fit to the numbers.<\/p>\n I started thinking about writing Return to the Hollow Earth<\/em> in January, 2017, but I didn\u2019t get down to writing the opening until April, 2017. First I had to go through a lot of possibilities. I did even, in fact, consider a side trip to the interior of the Hollow Sun\u2014but I decided there were still a lot of interesting things to do inside the good old Hollow Earth. A big breakthrough was when I decided decide to bring back Eddie Poe as a character\u2014even though it seemed like he died at the end of The Hollow Earth<\/em>. But writing the book without Eddie would have been like a hotdog without a bun or a dog.<\/p>\n For a long time I wondered what kind of twist I could put at the end. And then I decided to have Mason jump into the future at the end of this new narrative. In April, 2017, I emailed Marc Laidlaw about this plan.<\/p>\n I thought of an angle to pick up the pace on Return to the Hollow Earth<\/em>. Mason and the not-dead-after-all Poe go back into the Hollow Earth, fine. And Poe wants to go back through the Anomaly to the original Earth he came from, as he would still have a shot at a literary career there. Mason goes along for the ride. But they don\u2019t actually get back to the old Earth. They get hung up inside the Anomaly, the taffy-slow-time zone in between the two worlds, and the stay too long, and end up being spit back out, still on our <\/em>side…only now it’s 2050 AD. Boffo! It took me three solid months of note-writing to get here. I worried I was done writing novels, out of the biz. I always think my process won’t work, and then, thank you muse, it does again. My trick, as you know, is to start a separate manuscript that’s my writing notes for the book I want to write, and keep going back in there and wheenking, and trying ideas and discarding them, and pushing like it’s a car mired in mud or deep snow, and finally I get so desperate and hopeless that I finally notice a tiny air hole or a stock move where I might, if I just go and try it, might find some oxygen to breathe, even if it’s dumb, and, gasping and sobbing, I claw my way onto a floating bit of flotsam and jetsam that I ride down into the roaring glorious maelstrom of the novel.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Later, I changed my mind about how far Mason goes into the future, and I had him emerge from the Hollow Earth in 2018\u2014so he could meet his editor, yours truly, Rudy Rucker, who, as it turns out, has in fact already written Return to the Hollow Earth <\/em>via woomo <\/em>tekelili transcriptions of Mason\u2019s thoughts. This is what I\u2019d call a \u201cwild hair\u201d\u009d fix for the question of when Mason wrote this second narrative, and how I got hold of it. Love it. Such <\/em>total bullshit! A Poe-quality hoax! Here\u2019s the scene where Rudy meets up with Mason in a Santa Cruz graveyard on March 28, 2018.<\/p>\n Old Rudy strode up to me and shook my hand. He seemed to know exactly what was going on. And he wanted to tell me all of it at once. \u201cI knew you\u2019d come to Santa Cruz,\u201d\u009d said Rudy. \u201cSo I drove over today, and right away I saw your story in the Good Times <\/em>free newspaper, and of course I went by their office. The woman said to look for you in this cemetery, and here you are. And you\u2019re still black. What a trip. I can hardly believe this is happening. And, oh my god, there\u2019s Poe and Ina. They look so gnarly<\/em>. Hi Eddie! So insane <\/em>that you buried yourself in a bronze casket for a hundred and forty years. You\u2019re nuts<\/em>! I love it! Glad to see you\u2019ve got your box. And here\u2019s Seela and Brumble? So wonderful to meet you, Seela. You\u2019re gorgeous. I know it\u2019s hard when your baby cries like that.\u201d\u009d He drew out a handkerchief, dried Brumbles face, and cooed to him in a high voice. \u201cDid the policeman scare you? Do you need a new di-di? Can I hold him, Seela? Maybe he\u2019ll be so surprised that he stops.\u201d\u009d Seela glanced at me, and I nodded, and she handed the baby to Rudy. Brumble emitted a single, shocked squall, and then settled down into hiccups, resting his head on Rudy\u2019s shoulder. Finally I found my voice. \u201cHow do you know all this?\u201d\u009d I asked Rudy. \u201cI understand that you edited The Hollow Earth<\/em>\u2014so of course you\u2019d know my history. But the new things\u2014how do you know them?\u201d\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n To make Rudy\u2019s channeling of Mason plausible, I mention several times during Return to the Hollow Earth <\/em>that Mason was longing to start writing his narrative, and was embroiled in too much ongoing chaos to write, but he was composing the book in his head, with his mind singularly enhanced by the rumbies. He was in effect writing it to \u201cthe cloud\u201d\u009d via telepathy, and Rudy was in effect receiving it from the cloud. The cloud here being the shared cosmic mind of the woomo. And then, naturally, Mason and Rudy have to negotiate about the royalty rights!<\/p>\n Inspired by a new painting, I wrote a nice scene in Big Sur at the end, where we have humans riding in flying saucers with the Hollow Earth woomo <\/em>aliens. Also giant ants, of course.<\/p>\n Return to the Hollow Earth <\/em>is my twenty-third novel and I’ve now finished writing the first draft. I’m currently revising it, with an eye to publishing it by August, 2018, in ebook, paperback, and hardback. I\u2019ll be publishing it as a set of three titles; The Hollow Earth, 3rd Edition<\/em>, Return to the Hollow Earth<\/em>, and Notes for Return to the Hollow Earth<\/em>. My daughter Georgia is designing the covers.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images8\/wayin.jpg\")
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\n \u201cHoneymoon\u201d\u009d oil on canvas, April, 2018, 24\u201d\u009d x 18\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/images8\/Hollow-trio_16x9.jpg\")
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