/lit/ - Literature

>>12951578
Canadian writer of uncomfortable social-science-fiction or "speculative fiction"

I would have preferred Le Guin's writing workshops, details of which found in this book. If you're interested.

I agree. The author in general. She was marvelous.

But they judge her harshly for her sex, for her genre writing and being leftist.
Rand has no talent, no heart and negligible intellect. But she's forced in a lot of "red state" schools, she gives capitalist confirmation bias, and writes about cold slabs of meat inheriting the world. Jack London did her themes better. Stirner did her themes better.

Now read Le Guin, daughter of an anthropologist and writer, avid bookworm, lover of Tolkien and many others. I've read too few of her cozy and thoughtful prose. I'm mad the libraries I went to didn't have her titles, I'm mad my mom didn't have at least one of her books. She probably saw a description of Left Hand of Darkness and recoiled.

I've read The Dispossessed, Lavinia, Orsinian Tales and I'm almost done with The Wave in the Mind, a collection of thoughts, talks and essays on reading and writing, and I highly recommend it to the aspiring writers here. Orsinian Tales is the lesser piece, but they're simple short tales with a soothing calmness and not bad at all.

>>12723397
I'm currently reading Le Guin's collection, which I really like.
You could also find a good collection of the tons Woolf wrote.
I also really liked Orwell's. His school days one sticks with me years after reading it for some reason.

>>12723408
Why is it a meme to burp when you see pretty bottoms?

Every act of communication is an act of tremendous courage in which we give ourselves over to two parallel possibilities: the possibility of planting into another mind a seed sprouted in ours and watching it blossom into a breathtaking flower of mutual understanding; and the possibility of being wholly misunderstood, reduced to a withering weed. Candor and clarity go a long way in fertilizing the soil, but in the end there is always a degree of unpredictability in the climate of communication — even the warmest intention can be met with frost. Yet something impels us to hold these possibilities in both hands and go on surrendering to the beauty and terror of conversation, that ancient and abiding human gift. And the most magical thing, the most sacred thing, is that whichever the outcome, we end up having transformed one another in this vulnerable-making process of speaking and listening.