Benemal wrote: ↑Tue Nov 23, 2021 11:44 am
Cancer wrote: ↑Mon Nov 22, 2021 8:28 pm
le Guin's Tehanu and Tales from Earthsea (my favorites from the series, that do the seemingly impossible in improving upon the near-perfect original trilogy)
I intend to read those too. Such a long time between third and fourth, it was a good place to stop, in case I didn't read more.
I really hope they don't violate her legacy next. I predicted it would be done to
Wheel Of Time, and that's not even important to me, just entertaining holiday reading. Since Le Guin was political, it's easy to predict what would happen with her work. What was counter-culture fifty years ago, is now official party-line.
Stylistically,
Tehanu falls
just short of the original three books: there are sentences, maybe even paragraphs in it that I would have written differently, and scenes which feel just slightly rushed. It's the ideas it introduces that make it great. If you don't like politics in your fantasy, be warned: it's essentially a feminist re-imagining of Earthsea, with harsh criticisms of the sexist institution of magehood and a focus on the kinds of people who are beneath consideration in the previous books (the main character is a non-magical widowed middle-aged mother, for instance). The book's treatment of Ged is amazing, the only kind of character development that could feel right for him.
Tales is in some ways even better, with no similar stylistic hiccups, just the full force of le Guin's mature talent combined with the updated, more egalitarian view on her world.
I didn't mention the final novel -
The Other Wind - in my previous post, and that's because it's unexpectedly just horribly bad. After reading
Tales I anticipated it to be of similar quality (it's written around the same time iirc), but apparently le Guin is an amazingly uneven writer. I was almost laughing out loud when reading it a couple years ago, and then just mortified with disappointment XXD. It's so overfull of rushed, half-baked, entirely non-subtle ideas that seem to come out of nowhere... And even so, the first chapter is really beautiful, just the kind of thing I initially expected! Truly a strange book.
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The theme of fantasy as homecoming / consolation also makes me think of how fantasy media are the ones which most reliably allow me to feel certain intense, vulnerable emotions. I'm almost pathologically incapable of crying, for instance, at least in the presence of others, but there are many fantasy books and movies that make me tear up every time. Most of Miyazaki's movies - which are also otherwise good examples of this thread's themes - and certain scenes in LoTR... Eowyn & Merry killing the Witch King of course, Chihiro eating those rice cakes after having begun to turn transparent, and Moro's speech about adopting San in
Princess Mononoke ("Now my poor, ugly, beautiful daughter is neither human nor wolf. How could you help her?"). Returning to these scenes feels like watering a plant that's almost wilted, or walking in the rain in spring. Like one is a human being again and not a collection of neural algorithms firing away in a serotonin-deficient brain. Markedly, Harry Potter inspires nothing like this in me despite my having read all the books as a kid and - reluctantly, because of Rowling's transphobia and the bad writing - generally loving them. It's maybe that, in order to tap into those deep emotions, a scene has to be truly sublime and artistically excellent in addition to feeling familiar and comforting. Or, in other words, that there must be
challenge in it as well as comfort.
Tiden läker inga sår.