thought.I'm still unlikely to ever read her fiction, but there's at least one more collection of essays I'd love to get my hands on, if only to visit with this wonderful author and her mind one more time.Home Tributes to Ursula K. Of course, the essays about her cat Pard were my favourites, but those about ageing put things into a perspective I'd never seen better articulated, and I wanted to go back in time and hug her for her essay on belief vs. Le Guin was a very talented writer with a timeless voice, and even when I didn't agree with her, I enjoyed reading what she had to say. One of those things outside my control at the moment is my attention span, or the lack thereof, so I thought this a perfect time to pull this one off the shelf (which was within reach, thankfully).I enjoyed this book, with a few blips along the way, from start to finish. But I'd read something about her somewhere that left me with the impression that she had an interesting voice outside her known genre, and I'd heard great things about this collection of essays, so I bought it a couple of years ago, and it's sat on my TBR ever since.Recent events however, have left me ping-ponging back and forth between light reads and chewier reads in an effort not to dwell on all the things that are outside my control at the moment. Le Guin, but had never read her work she's primarily known for her science fiction writing and I'm known for not liking science fiction. Previous to this book I knew of Ursula K.
On breakfast: "Eating an egg from the shell takes not only practice, but resolution, even courage, possibly willingness to commit crime."Īnd on all that is unknown, all that we discover as we muddle through life: "How rich we are in knowledge, and in all that lies around us yet to learn. He just doesn't accept the lap hypothesis." On her new cat: "He still won't sit on a lap.I don't know if he ever will. On cultural perceptions of fantasy: "The direction of escape is toward freedom. On the absurdity of denying your age, she says, "If I'm ninety and believe I'm forty-five, I'm headed for a very bad time trying to get out of the bathtub." No Time to Spare collects the best of Ursula's blog, presenting perfectly crystallized dispatches on what matters to her now, her concerns with this world, and her wonder at it. Now she's in the last great frontier of life, old age, and exploring new literary territory: the blog, a forum where her voice-sharp, witty, as compassionate as it is critical-shines. Le Guin has taken readers to imaginary worlds for decades. Le Guin, and with an introduction by Karen Joy Fowler, a collection of thoughts-always adroit, often acerbic-on aging, belief, the state of literature, and the state of the nation.
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