by Daniel Giamario with additional comments from Cayelin K Castell
One of my favorite authors and a major source of inspiration to me (she appears as a listed source on my new website) passed away at age 88 on January 23, 2018. She was a towering force in speculative and imaginative fiction, succeeding in bringing respect to the often maligned fields of science fiction and fantasy. She was an early and articulate writer on sex, sex, feminism, ecology, and the dangers of technocracy.
Her books that inspired and influenced me the most included “The Left Hand of Darkness”, about a world where everyone was the same sex, neither male nor female, and then in certain seasons of ‘heat”, could for a brief time morph into either male or female, without knowing beforehand which one it would be. I also loved the “Earthsea Trilogy” with its theme of incorporating the shadow to create wholeness. Another special read was her novella “The Word for World is Forest”. And so many others.
She died at her 3rd Saturn return, after a long and fulfilling life, including literary awards, widespread recognition, and a 65 year marriage. Born on October 21st, 1929, she had Venus in Libra and Moon in Gemini. She was a firebrand in her convictions and prolific with her art. She will be sorely missed.
I will include here a short speech she gave upon receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award in 2014 at the National Book Awards. It speaks to so many of the themes that have been important to me.
“The givers of this beautiful reward, my thanks, from the heart. My family, my agents, my editors, know that my being here is their doing as well as my own, and that the beautiful reward is theirs as much as mine. And I rejoice in accepting it for, and sharing it with, all the writers who’ve been excluded from literature for so long—my fellow authors of fantasy and science fiction, writers of the imagination, who for 50 years have watched the beautiful rewards go to the so-called realists.
Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through power of a fear-stricken society, and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom—poets, visionaries—realists of a larger reality.
Right now, we need writers who know the difference between production of a market commodity and the practice of an art. Developing written material to suit sales strategies in order to maximize corporate profit and advertising revenue is not the same thing as responsible book publishing or authorship.
Yet, I see sales departments given control over editorial. I see my own publishers, in a silly panic of ignorance and greed, charging public libraries for an e-book 6 or 7 times more than they charge customers. We just saw a profiteer try to punish a publisher for disobedience, and writers threatened by corporate fatwa. And I see a lot of us, the producers, who write the books and make the books, accepting this—letting commodity profiteers sell us like deodorant, and tell us what to publish, what to write.
Books aren’t just commodities; the profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable—but then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
I’ve had a long career as a writer, and a good one, in good company. Here at the end of it, I don’t want to watch American literature get sold down the river. We who live by writing and publishing want and should demand our fair share of the proceeds; but the name of our beautiful reward isn’t profit. Its name is freedom.
Ursual Le Guin on Spare Time and what it means to be a working artist link shared by Beau Taylor
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