This book immersed me in a world of cold and ice, where devious politics threatened to overwhelm me–and the androgyny of the people seemed among the most normal things about them.
As Le Guin says in her introduction,
Yes, indeed the people in it are androgynous, but that doesn’t mean that I’m predicting that in a millennium or so we will all be androgynous, or announcing that I think we damned well ought to be androgynous. I’m merely observing, in the peculiar, devious, and thought-experimental manner proper to science fiction, that if you look at us at certain odd times of day in certain weathers, we already are.
It’s a testament to the power of Le Guin’s words that I actually read the introduction. Normally I skip such things. But once started on this one, I couldn’t stop. The book was lovely, but the introduction has given me food for thought for days.
Thank you, Craig. Great gift.