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Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange letters—and fall in love in …
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
I finished reading this a while ago, and I really liked it. Been meaning to write a review, but I've been procrastinating because I have some complicated thoughts about it.
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
This book is like Lex for time travelers. If like, I dunno, Lex was actually good and people responded to each other with long poetic, intimate letters.
Even though the book is relatively short, it's taking me a long time to read because after each letter, I want to stop and digest it for a while, like after getting a long message from a dear friend.
Two time-traveling agents from warring futures, working their way through the past, begin to exchange …
I'm only on the third chapter and I'm already loving this.
Time agents on opposite sides a temporal war who become engaged in a lesbian romance. Each of them from a future that mutually excludes the other's very existence. Their very ability to meet (and presumably touch) a paradox only made possible by the tension of the uncertainty over which future will come to exist.
Thus far, a full half of the novella has been the correspondence the two agents have left for each other across time and space while they carry out their missions.
To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any man who felt like they …
To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any …
If the rest of the book is as good as the first two sentences, this is going to be fucking amazing.
They don't call me Mankiller Jones for nothing. They call me Mankiller Jones because I tell people that's my name and I throw kind of a fit if anyone calls me anything else.
I think I would've liked this more when I was 14.
I don't know what I was expecting with this, but I guess it wasn't a pretty bog standard fantasy wizard novel with all the trimmings, and more than a few tired tropes.
I suppose you could point out that this novel was written at a time when modern fantasy novel basically meant Lord of the Rings, when a lot of these tropes were new, and with this book Le Guin literally invented the young wizard coming of age subgenre.
You might even excuse the patriarchal society of Earthsea — including the shockingly unchallenged assertion that "women's magic" is weaker than "men's magic" — as a reflection of the patriarchal 1960's US society Le Guin wrote it in. Certainly, in the afterword of the edition I read, Le Guin talks about how she felt writing about a young brown-skinned teen …
I think I would've liked this more when I was 14.
I don't know what I was expecting with this, but I guess it wasn't a pretty bog standard fantasy wizard novel with all the trimmings, and more than a few tired tropes.
I suppose you could point out that this novel was written at a time when modern fantasy novel basically meant Lord of the Rings, when a lot of these tropes were new, and with this book Le Guin literally invented the young wizard coming of age subgenre.
You might even excuse the patriarchal society of Earthsea — including the shockingly unchallenged assertion that "women's magic" is weaker than "men's magic" — as a reflection of the patriarchal 1960's US society Le Guin wrote it in. Certainly, in the afterword of the edition I read, Le Guin talks about how she felt writing about a young brown-skinned teen wizard who doesn't even rescue any damseled girls, she was already pushing tropes as far as she felt she could if she wanted to get published.
And that seems all fair and reasonable given the historical context. But unfortunately, I'm not sure historical context makes for a good read.
Like I said, I think I would've liked this better in middle school, when I was a much less critical reader and much more prone to getting swept up in adventure.
I did enjoy the ending. It was satisfying in a way that I wasn't expecting. It might've been that I was too distracted by the things that annoyed me to notice the foreshadowing (no pun intended) but I feel like Le Guin held her cards very close to her chest on this one. And it pays off instantly the moment you get there, so I'm glad that I didn't give up on it. I just wish some of the journey to get there had be a bit less tedious.
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