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The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. Le Guin
5.0
Красивая книга про войну, утопию, вечный спор коммунистов и капиталистов. Как всегда — больше всего люблю Урсулу за отсутствие решений и правильных ответов и сложность материи.
Стиль текста здесь самый красивый из всего, что я читала у Урсулы ле Гуинн
Холод космоса и советские физики: Шевек как будто действительно только что вышел в своем синем свитере с косичками и высоким горлом из советского НИИ
Еще: читала книгу в замечательном издании Library of America 2017 года. В предисловии Урсула замечательно говорит о последовательности в разных книгах одного «цикла»:
«In many of my science fiction stories, the peoples on the various worlds all descend from long-ago colonists from a world called Hain. So these fictions came to be called "Hain-ish." But I flinch when they're called "The Hainish Cycle" or any such term that implies they are set in a coherent fictional universe with a well-planned history, because they aren't, it isn't, it hasn't. I'd rather admit its inconsistencies than pretend it's a respectable Future History.
Methodical cosmos-makers make plans and charts and maps and timelines early in the whole process. I failed to do this.
Any timeline for the books of the Hainish descent would resemble the web of a spider on LSD. Some stories connect, others contradict. Irresponsible as a tourist, I wandered around in my universe forgetting what I'd said about it last time, and then trying to conceal discrepancies with implausibilities, or with silence.
<…>
Such gaps and inconsistencies in the Hainish cosmos are clear indications that it has always been more a convenience than a conception. I went back to it because it's easier to return than to invent afresh, or because I'd found something in writing one story that I wanted to follow up on in another. I worked one world, one society, one history at a time. I did so each time with care for verisimilitude, coherence, and a plausible history. But there has never been any overarching plan to the whole.
This lack of structure, I see now, allowed my ideas to change and develop. I wasn't stuck in a universe full of notions I'd outgrown, self-instituted rules limiting my imagination. I was free to wander».
Стиль текста здесь самый красивый из всего, что я читала у Урсулы ле Гуинн
Холод космоса и советские физики: Шевек как будто действительно только что вышел в своем синем свитере с косичками и высоким горлом из советского НИИ
Еще: читала книгу в замечательном издании Library of America 2017 года. В предисловии Урсула замечательно говорит о последовательности в разных книгах одного «цикла»:
«In many of my science fiction stories, the peoples on the various worlds all descend from long-ago colonists from a world called Hain. So these fictions came to be called "Hain-ish." But I flinch when they're called "The Hainish Cycle" or any such term that implies they are set in a coherent fictional universe with a well-planned history, because they aren't, it isn't, it hasn't. I'd rather admit its inconsistencies than pretend it's a respectable Future History.
Methodical cosmos-makers make plans and charts and maps and timelines early in the whole process. I failed to do this.
Any timeline for the books of the Hainish descent would resemble the web of a spider on LSD. Some stories connect, others contradict. Irresponsible as a tourist, I wandered around in my universe forgetting what I'd said about it last time, and then trying to conceal discrepancies with implausibilities, or with silence.
<…>
Such gaps and inconsistencies in the Hainish cosmos are clear indications that it has always been more a convenience than a conception. I went back to it because it's easier to return than to invent afresh, or because I'd found something in writing one story that I wanted to follow up on in another. I worked one world, one society, one history at a time. I did so each time with care for verisimilitude, coherence, and a plausible history. But there has never been any overarching plan to the whole.
This lack of structure, I see now, allowed my ideas to change and develop. I wasn't stuck in a universe full of notions I'd outgrown, self-instituted rules limiting my imagination. I was free to wander».