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The Left Hand of Darkness
Ursula K. Le Guin is probably the best known woman in science fiction. She made her reputation in the late 1960s and early 1970s and is certainly one of the few working 30 years ago to still be an active and instantly recognised name today. The Hainish novels she wrote in the late 1960s and early 1970s brought her early renown and awards. The science fiction universe she created is sometimes buried by the success of her Earthsea books and the different directions of her later years but Le Guin has recently revisited and extended this family of books. In the course of her career she has written over 30 novels and short story collections which have, between them, earned her every significant award that SF has to offer, often more than once. Yet, some commentators have become uncomfortable with Le Guin's ideology, allowing their view of her best science fiction to be clouded by her subsequent academic reputation
The Left Hand of Darkness was the first great book written by Le Guin, winning both the Hugo and Nebula awards. It built on her journeyman novels set in the same Hainish universe but they pale beside this book, in which Le Guin fully found both her voice and her subject. The plot is, in barest outline, a standard trope of science fiction -- a visitor from an advanced civilisation brings a message to a non-space-age people. The essential twist seems simple in hindsight but it is an indicator of the new winds blowing through science fiction at the time. The people of the planet Winter are a variant human population, neuter five sixths of the time but who become either male or female when they become sexually active in the remaining part of the month. Every normal adult can -- and most do -- both bear and sire children. The result is a society where sexual inequality is simply impossible. This thought experiment is fascinating reading yet the book does not preach. These people have much in common with the wider community of humanity and the framework of the plot is strong enough for the discursive elements of the text.
Most of the story is told from the perspective of Genly Ai, the solo Earth visitor who holds the role of "First Mobile" to Winter from the League of Worlds. His mission is to bring news of the existence of other inhabited worlds and to encourage Winter's peoples to allow contact. He is, intentionally, a virtually unsupported ambassador, bringing a message of peace and technology; attempting to convince through his words and the presence of his space ship. They seem to find it difficult to believe (or acknowledge) that he is from another planet and consider his fixed sexuality a perversion. Despite his training, it is almost impossible for Ai to understand the personal or political values of the people he deals with. As a result, he is caught up in intrigue within and between governments. The neighbouring nations with which Ai is involved are broadly painted as a stratified, feudal country and a modern but bureaucratised nation. Given the different nature of these humans, the way such societies actually work is interesting through both the similarities and the contrasts with the expectations of first impressions.
Alongside Ai's reminisences, the book includes myths and stories as well as extracts from the journal of one of the inhabitants (which reads very much like an Antarctic sledging diary from a century ago, with its distance travelled and descriptions of ice and weather conditions). These give the book greater depth as an artifact and provide further explanation of the culture without filtering through Ai's understanding. Ai himself undergoes considerable physical and emotional suffering in the course of his mission; the book's ending tells as much about how he has changed as it does of the fate of his mission.
Le Guin's explanation of how Winter and its inhabitants came about is not hard science but the development of her ideas is fascinating. She builds up Winter's human and natural environments without falling into a lecturing style, offering plenty of food for thought by leaving as many questions open as she answers. The book also packs an emotional punch. Throw away any preconceptions and enjoy The Left Hand of Darkness.
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Aw geez... now I want to pull all of those old SF novels out of storage and read them again. So much for learning C++ this week.
I just remember this sea of slack-jawed, wide-eyed faces, wondering what planet I'd come from. Here I am, talking about this really great book, throwing out terms like 'latent hermaphrodite'. Is it any wonder I had no real friends there? Or that I didn't have any dates with any of my classmates?
Ahh, high school. Anyone know how to excise 4 years of memories from my brain?
Damn, I was hoping that it would be called "Army of Darkness".
In Soviet Russia, Chuck Norris will still kick your ass.
> Reputed to have won the greatest number of
... wouldn't you COUNT them?
> Nebulas and Hugos, though who knows how one
> counts these things.
Umm
Count the number of Nebulas she's won. Count the number of Hugos she's won. Repeat for other authors who've won Nebulas or Hugos. Compare the numbers. The person with the highest number is the author who has "won the greatest number of Nebulas and Hugos".
Not strictly on topic, but having stumbled across this oeuvre in my parent's bottomless pit of a library a couple of months ago, and since then, having badgered all my friends (well, the litarate ones) about them _having_ to read this great book, I'm "jumping with glee" (as it were) to see this actilce on /. and add my two cents:
... maybe if you have your head frozen ... but I digress) which is fascinating, i.e. "a real trip, man", but also tells us much about the world we can/do experience in the flesh. In times to come, books such as these will not be sidelined into "science fiction", but rather will be up there with the rest of literature, albeit of a perhaps more consciousness-expanding type (maybe when spaceships become commonplace). It tells of things which could not fit into a non-science fiction piece - or at least, give a new and vastly different perspective on the state of being human.
this is what SF is about, or rather, for.
It paints a vivid picture of a world none of us will ever see in the flesh (well
Heh. Where was I? Oh yeah - I liked it and recommend it.
yes, we have no bananas
The Hand of Fate? More specifically, Manos, the Hand of Fate?
WWJD.... for a Klondike bar?
Ok, I'll put my own karma on the line then.
Q:How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?
A:That's NOT funny!
Thank God for LeGuin, who transcends issues like feminism through the simple expedient of considering herself to be *human.*
KFG
True enough. Once you start going down that path, you can pretty much make up any pseudoreligious bullshit you like, and demand the tolerance and admiration of your fellow PC peers.