Ursula K. Le Guin - The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination

Essential reading for anyone who imagines herself literate and/or socially concerned or who wants to learn what it means to be such.

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What a pleasure it is to roam around in Le Guins spacious, playful mind. And what a joy to read her taut, elegant prose.

Erica Jong

ABOUT THE BOOK

Join Ursula K. Le Guin as she explores a broad array of subjects, ranging from Tolstoy, Twain, and Tolkien to womens shoes, beauty, and family life. With her customary wit, intelligence, and literary craftsmanship, she offers a diverse and highly engaging set of readings. The Wave in the Mind includes some of Le Guins finest literary criticism, rare autobiographical writings, performance art pieces, and, most centrally, her reflections on the arts of writing and reading.

URSULA K. LE GUIN is the winner of the Hugo, Nebula, Gandalf, Kafka, and National Book Awards. She is the author of many short stories and more than fifteen novels, including The Left Hand of Darkness and The Dispossessed . She is also an honored author of childrens books, poetry, and criticism.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Le Guin, Ursula K., 1929

The wave in the mind: talks and essays on the writer, the reader, and the imagination/Ursula K. Le Guin1st ed.

p. cm

eISBN 978-0-8348-2563-5

ISBN 978-1-59030-006-0 (alk. paper)

1. Le Guin, Ursula K., 1929 2. Le Guin, Ursula K., 1929Authorship. 3. Science fictionAuthorship. 4. Science fictionHistory and criticism. I. Title.

PS3562.E42 W38 2004

813.54DC21

200301931

In loving memory of Virginia Kidd

As for the mot juste , you are quite wrong. Style is a very simple matter: it is all rhythm . Once you get that, you cant use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and cant dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it; and in writing (such is my present belief) one has to recapture this, and set this working (which has nothing apparently to do with words) and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it. But no doubt I shall think differently next year.

Virginia Woolf

writing to Vita Sackville-West ,

16 March 1926

CONTENTS

Written in the early nineties as a performance piece, performed a couple of times, and slightly updated for this volume.

I am a man. Now you may think Ive made some kind of silly mistake about gender, or maybe that Im trying to fool you, because my first name ends in a , and I own three bras, and Ive been pregnant five times, and other things like that that you might have noticed, little details. But details dont matter. If we have anything to learn from politicians its that details dont matter. I am a man, and I want you to believe and accept this as a fact, just as I did for many years.

You see, when I was growing up at the time of the Wars of the Medes and Persians and when I went to college just after the Hundred Years War and when I was bringing up my children during the Korean, Cold, and Vietnam Wars, there were no women. Women are a very recent invention. I predate the invention of women by decades. Well, if you insist on pedantic accuracy, women have been invented several times in widely varying localities, but the inventors just didnt know how to sell the product. Their distribution techniques were rudimentary and their market research was nil, and so of course the concept just didnt get off the ground. Even with a genius behind it an invention has to find its market, and it seemed like for a long time the idea of women just didnt make it to the bottom line. Models like the Austen and the Bront were too complicated, and people just laughed at the Suffragette, and the Woolf was way too far ahead of its time.

So when I was born, there actually were only men. People were men. They all had one pronoun, his pronoun; so thats who I am. I am the generic he, as in, If anybody needs an abortion he will have to go to another state, or A writer knows which side his bread is buttered on. Thats me, the writer, him. I am a man.

Not maybe a first-rate man. Im perfectly willing to admit that I may be in fact a kind of second-rate or imitation man, a Pretend-a-Him. As a him, I am to a genuine male him as a microwaved fish stick is to a whole grilled Chinook salmon. I mean, after all, can I inseminate? Can I belong to the Bohemian Club? Can I run General Motors? Theoretically I can, but you know where theory gets us. Not to the top of General Motors, and on the day when a Radcliffe woman is president of Harvard University you wake me up and tell me, will you? Only you wont have to, because there arent any more Radcliffe women; they were found to be unnecessary and abolished. And then, I cant write my name with pee in the snow, or it would be awfully laborious if I did. I cant shoot my wife and children and some neighbors and then myself. Oh to tell you the truth I cant even drive. I never got my license. I chickened out. I take the bus. That is terrible. I admit it, I am actually a very poor imitation or substitute man, and you could see it when I tried to wear those army surplus clothes with ammunition pockets that were trendy and I looked like a hen in a pillowcase. I am shaped wrong. People are supposed to be lean. You cant be too thin, everybody says so, especially anorexics. People are supposed to be lean and taut, because thats how men generally are, lean and taut, or anyhow thats how a lot of men start out and some of them even stay that way. And men are people, people are men, that has been well established, and so people, real people, the right kind of people, are lean. But Im really lousy at being people, because Im not lean at all but sort of podgy, with actual fat places. I am untaut. And then, people are supposed to be tough. Tough is good. But Ive never been tough. Im sort of soft and actually sort of tender. Like a good steak. Or like Chinook salmon, which isnt lean and tough but very rich and tender. But then salmon arent people, or anyhow we have been told that they arent, in recent years. We have been told that there is only one kind of people and they are men. And I think it is very important that we all believe that. It certainly is important to the men.

What it comes down to, I guess, is that I am just not manly. Like Ernest Hemingway was manly. The beard and the guns and the wives and the little short sentences. I do try. I have this sort of beardoid thing that keeps trying to grow, nine or ten hairs on my chin, sometimes even more; but what do I do with the hairs? I tweak them out. Would a man do that? Men dont tweak. Men shave. Anyhow white men shave, being hairy, and I have even less choice about being white or not than I do about being a man or not. I am white whether I like being white or not. The doctors can do nothing for me. But I do my best not to be white, I guess, under the circumstances, since I dont shave. I tweak. But it doesnt mean anything because I dont really have a real beard that amounts to anything. And I dont have a gun and I dont have even one wife and my sentences tend to go on and on and on, with all this syntax in them. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after semicolons, and another one after now.