My second reading of this was different, I think. I enjoyed it more, probably because I have more patience now for the slow, quiet story that it is.

This story is oddly both dated and ahead of its time. It includes an ambisexual people, presenting as androgynous, male, or female at different times. But at the same time Genly talks about men/women as if their earthly, Western tendencies are universal and timeless. It’s odd to project that into the future.

When the story gets to the snowy trek in the north, I thought I’d get bored, and probably did on my first read. But this read I found it wonderful. I didn’t remember that Genly and Therem fall in love of a sort, that they grow close in survival together. There were multiple beautiful moments and lines in that part of the book.

A few favorite quotes:

I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time; I mean joy.

And I saw then again, and for good, what I had always been afraid to see, and had pretended not to see in him: that he was a woman as well as a man. Any need to explain the sources of that fear vanished with the fear; what I was left with was, at last, acceptance of him as he was.

And I wondered, not for the first time, what patriotism is, what the love of country truly consists of, how that yearning loyalty that had shaken my friend’s voice arises, and how so real a love can become, too often, so foolish and vile a bigotry. Where does it go wrong?