I wasn’t planning kn wroting a eulogy this winter. But life, and death, wait for no writer, least of all me.
Ursula LeGuin, someone who I never had the pleasure to meet but consider as a mentor with an inestimably profound influence on my life and growth from a very young age into adulthood. I shared this with a small group of friends who met downtown at a local cafe to remember her work and what it meant to us all:
I am, like so many others around the world, indebted to her persistently subversive approach to political and social utopias (including her intentional subversion of utopia itself), and if her readers never read deeper than this admittedly very deep surface level, that is excellent and a fine and good thing. However, as i think back on my years with her work, I am even more indebted to the subversive…
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