| Popis: |
I pack into one long chapter what might make a book all its own: the notions of responsibility and of naming (a known name stops time, confers power) of balance and the virtues of inaction, of anarchism as aesthetic practice that Le Guin spent a career exploring. Notions she never expressed so beautifully, so lucidly as she did in Earthsea. This is a chapter about the simple joy of reading Le Guin. It also explores the complexity of the construction project that goes into making that readerly pleasure so easily available. As she herself wrote, in fantasy “There is no comfortable matrix of the commonplace to substitute for the Imagination, … only a construct built in a void, with every joint and seam and nail exposed.” |
