each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone

more like ursula slay le guin

I don't know exactly how to articulate this but... if you repeatedly show historical fiction women rejecting traditionally female skills/duties and doing swords instead, because swords is obviously the Most Important Thing, you are kind of implying that all the work that has been traditionally done by female hands for millennia was useless all along and not, you know, keeping civilization going. Because it's usually rejected not as a personal preference but as This Is The Important Stuff (male work) and That is The Dumb Useless Stuff (women's work) and that kind of bothers me. The message was supposed to be Vital But Underpaid and Underappreciated, not women's work is insignificant so let's all go do swords.

its crazy to be reading a fantasy book written 20+ years ago bc the text will state very plainly and on numerous occasions that characters have dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair and the cover art and official illustrations are all just white brunettes

the people of omelas have a moral obligation to bring as much of the surrounding territories under the banner of their city-state as possible, by force if necessary, lest the maximal utility of the suffering child go to waste

the only “ai” i respect is genly ai, first mobile on gethen/winter, hainish cycle 93, ekumenical year 1490-97

I love it when there's a guy who lost their name. forgot it, discarded it, don't use it, can't use it, had it stolen, even just when a title is used to avoid saying it. all good stuff

bonus addendum! also guys who never had one! love guys who never had a name!!

Luuuuuv finishing a book, love it even better when it's an ursula k. le guin book bc now i have all these undefinable emotions swirling in me

Si puedes ver una cosa completa -dijo Shevek-, siempre te parece hermosa. Los planetas, las vidas... Pero de cerca, un mundo es tierra y piedras. Y día a día, la vida es un trabajo duro, te cansas, te pierdes. Necesitas distancia, intervalo. Para ver qué hermosa es la tierra hay que verla como la luna. Para ver qué hermosa es la vida, hay que contemplarla desde la altura de la muerte.

Man, there are some stories by Ursula Le Guin where it is blindingly obvious that she was raised by anthropologists.