NEWDIE STEADSLAW is a story in the loosest sense of the word, if only because it cannot be proven to be a factual account of true events happening to real people in findable places. To call it an attempt at humor is an insult to the word humor and also the word attempt—and honestly it seems more than the prose deserves. It opens with Traycup Lopkit—no relation—and quickly goes off track, finding odd adventures here and there amongst the denizens of the hollow Earth as they deal with unicorns, a windmill, and another windmill later on, and everyone's names are hopelessly obtuse but, hey, that's embargoed relativity for ya! Also there are too many em dashes. So many em dashes. What you believe can never be changed, so choose wisely.