The first feature documentary about Ursula K. Le Guin is in progress. To complete the National Endowment for the Humanities’ $600,000 grant to the project, producer/director Arwen Curry turned to a Kickstarter campaign to raise $80,000. That goal was met in three days. By the end of the month the campaign had brought in over $234,000 in pledges.
Look for the completed film in 2017. And THANKS to all contributors!!!
The Complete Hainish Novels & Stories is the first comprehensive edition of the pathbreaking works that transformed the science fiction genre, from The Dispossessed and The Left Hand of Darkness to the story suite Five Ways to Forgiveness (appearing here in complete form for the first time). As a special feature this two-volume collector’s boxed set also features rare essays and introductions by Le Guin and two versions of a story that laid the groundwork for The Left Hand of Darkness.
If you can’t remember who Elassen is or anything about Enwas, you will find them and many other people, places, and things here in alphabetical order, briefly and clearly located and described.
I had nothing to do with the making of this compendium and only just discovered it exists, but I certainly plan to use it from now on. So far I have not found any errors in it, and the authors keep to the fictofacts in the texts, avoiding interpretation, for which I am very grateful. I only wish it had existed before I wrote the books. It would have saved me from committing many small errors and discrepancies and a couple of really big ones.
“You wouldn’t think it looking at me now, but I was alive once. In fact I have been alive countless times and died repeatedly, though for the first time each time. It is a peculiarity of individuality that life and death are always for the first time. You may wonder why I use the pronoun ‘I,’ and all I can say is that, in my context, it is a convenient fiction. . . .”
Every year people meet at the edge of the ocean, on the two sides of the fence between the two countries, to sing, play, and dance the music of Vera Cruz called “son jarocho.” My daughter Elisabeth has been learning this music, and this year she took a video camera to the Fandango. The fence is so high and now so thick that the people can barely see one another, but the music and love and grief and longing come through, loud and clear.