a reminder that ursula le guin’s writing schedule was the best writing schedule.
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a reminder that ursula le guin’s writing schedule was the best writing schedule.
“If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself—as men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation—you may hate it, or deify it, but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality, and its human reality. You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.” Ursula K. Le Guin "American SF and The Other" in Science-Fiction Studies 7, 1975.
In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we’re done with it, we may find — if it’s a good novel — that we’re a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having met a new face, crossed a street we never crossed before. But it’s very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night
le guin by her own admission had just the one idea (true journey is return) but it turns out if you're good enough the one is all you really need
"She did feel it. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free." - The Tombs of Atuan, Ursula K. Le Guin
tenar is actually so funny for trapping one of the only men she’s ever met in her labyrinth, falling in love with him so hard it successfully deprograms her from a millennia old cult, and then taking his virginity like 30 years later