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Ursula LeGuin keeps world-building at me. First she did the short story in the Tiptree anthology with the wholey gratuitous familly structure (That took 10 pages to explain and then had no baring on the plot) and now I've started reading "Always Coming Home" which is explicitly world building for its own sake with really gratuitious use of "alien" words just for the hell of it*. It has poetry and song and instructional tales for children and keeps talking about the dance festivals and all the things you have to write to really flesh out a semi-agricultural civilization (which had the utopia). I was starting to wonder if I was going to give up on reading it. Then! Suddenly! inter-village RAP BATTLE!

Unfortunately, their rhymes were not phresh, which may have been due to the utopia. Full marks for the inital conception, sadly it was stillborn.

I'll keep reading her books due to The Dispossessed, which was superb.


*He travelled 50 yomps** to the yatterstall*** and performed the havening****

**about 5 miles
***temple
****sacred dance, or a journay

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Literary Agent

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A Rejection Letter

A copy of a rejection letter my agent received for the first book of mine she handled. Because I am a very kind person, I have omitted the name of the Editor and his publishing house. This is included to cheer up anybody who just got a rejection letter. Hang in there!



Dear Miss Kidd,

Ursula K. Le Guin writes extremely well, but I'm sorry to have to say that on the basis of that one highly distinguishing quality alone I cannot make you an offer for the novel. The book is so endlessly complicated by details of reference and information, the interim legends become so much of a nuisance despite their relevance, that the very action of the story seems to be to become hopelessly bogged down and the book, eventually, unreadable. The whole is so dry and airless, so lacking in pace, that whatever drama and excitement the novel might have had is entirely dissipated by what does seem, a great deal of the time, to be extraneous material. My thanks nonetheless for having thought of us. The manuscript of The Left Hand of Darkness is returned herewith. Yours sincerely,

The Editor

21 June, 1968