No one can scratch the surface of real emotion in literature like Le Guin. The stigmata of other worlds seem to curl around her stories. As a child I was often fooled into thinking that her worlds were out there somewhere, as real as Zimbabwe or Paris.
No one can scratch the surface of real emotion in literature like Le Guin. The stigmata of other worlds seem to curl around her stories. As a child I was often fooled into thinking that her worlds were out there somewhere, as real as Zimbabwe or Paris.