Ursula le Guin was a great writer. Not just a great sci-fi writer. As she said herself, the focus of literature on realism as the epitome of literary excellence throws out many excellent babies with the bathwater. Le Guin ascended to the heights of recognition in Sci-Fi circles at a time when the genre was entirely dominated by men. She was a true pioneer of feminism both by achieving greatness for herself, and by representing heros in her work who were outside the white male paradigm.
We shall not see her like again. RIP.
Maenads: by Ursula le Guin
Somewhere I read
that when they finally staggered off the mountain
into some strange town, past drunk,
hoarse, half naked, blear-eyed,
blood dried under broken nails
and across young thighs,
but still jeering and joking, still trying
to dance, lurching and yelling, but falling
dead asleep by the market stalls,
sprawled helpless, flat out, then
would come and stand nightlong in the agora
as ewes and cows in the night fields,
guarding, watching them
as their mothers
watched over them.
And no man
that fierce decorum.