Review of "The new utopian politics of Ursula K. Le Guin's The dispossessed" on 'Storygraph'
4 stars
This book is a little slow and the plot is thin, but it is some of Le Guin’s most beautiful and thoughtful prose. “The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.”
The worlds (plural!) she imagines are complex and interesting without feeling at all didactic. She is exploring ideas here, not preaching. Perhaps the best part is Shavek’s rallying speech, which is wonderful in the moment, and also feels very current.
<spoiler>It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help …
This book is a little slow and the plot is thin, but it is some of Le Guin’s most beautiful and thoughtful prose. “The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.”
The worlds (plural!) she imagines are complex and interesting without feeling at all didactic. She is exploring ideas here, not preaching. Perhaps the best part is Shavek’s rallying speech, which is wonderful in the moment, and also feels very current.
Amen.
The worlds (plural!) she imagines are complex and interesting without feeling at all didactic. She is exploring ideas here, not preaching. Perhaps the best part is Shavek’s rallying speech, which is wonderful in the moment, and also feels very current.
<spoiler>It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
I am here because you see in me the promise, the promise that we made two hundred years ago in this city—the promise kept. We have kept it, on Anarres. We have nothing but our freedom. We have nothing to give you but your own freedom. We have no law but the single principle of mutual aid between individuals. We have no government but the single principle of free association. We have no states, no nations, no presidents, no premiers, no chiefs, no generals, no bosses, no bankers, no landlords, no wages, no charity, no police, no soldiers, no wars. Nor do we have much else. We are sharers, not owners. We are not prosperous. None of us is rich. None of us is powerful. If it is Anarres you want, if it is the future you seek, then I tell you that you must come to it with empty hands. You must come to it alone, and naked, as the child comes into the world, into his future, without any past, without any property, wholly dependent on other people for his life. You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.</spoiler>
Amen.
