Brad Land’s first book was sparse on descriptions, allowing his memoir to have that strange weight of simply being real and dipped completely in scene. His novel, Pilgrims Upon the Earth, is very thick with words, ripe with them actually. As you read this book, about a young man who loses his mother and a lover early, it is very much like you are pushing through his words, pushing through his descriptions. He does give you the gift of very short chapters. Some are a few pages long. Others are just a paragraph. It feels like Mr. Land wrote the whole draft first, thick and raw. Then edited and revised backwards, giving the gift of short chapters so you never feel like you are tackling something unbearable. I love reading this book. It is nothing like my writing, and feels and reads like Mr. Land is coming into his own with fiction. I highly recommend it.