A week or so back, Rick Bowes loaned me his copy of Dave Schwartz’s (snurri) THE SUN INSIDE. It’s a novella put out by Rabid Transit Press about an Iraq War veteran’s adventures inside the hollow earth of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Pellucidar.

It is wonderful.

Schwartz strips the jingoism out of Burroughs’ world while reveling in all the weird and wonder of the setting. The dinosaurs are there, the weird races, the vastness and mystery that lingers right around the corner. At the same time, Thomas Tucker, the novella’s hero, is a sympathetic character and commentary on the Burroughsian hero. Dave writes Tucker with humanness and decency. The fact that Tucker winds up in the Hollow Earth via an online dating service only hints at the style you can expect.

So yeah, this book was great. How great? A day or two after finishing it, I passed by this:



Not only can David Schwartz write, they’re already naming buildings after him.

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