A while ago, people tried to persuade me here on the blog that Ursula LeGuin is a worthwhile author. But every time I come across a quote from her, it’s unbelievably cringe. Here’s a completely random example that popped into my news feed:
The paragraph is so badly written that the idea of having to read a whole page of this is not appealing. But the so-called insight itself is also stupid. LeGuin confuses pain and happiness as states experienced by actual human beings and pain and happiness as subjects of literary work. Happiness is extremely enjoyable to the people experiencing it but it doesn’t offer material to create a work of art on its basis.
Today we went to the church, then to the park, then to the library. At home we cooked, folded laundry, played squishy kitties, read, cleaned the litter box, and worked on art projects. We were very happy doing all of it but there is nothing here for a plot of a novel or even the shortest of short stories. At the end of this very happy day, my husband and I are going to enjoy an episode of Breaking Bad not because we love pain but because we understand the difference between reality and fiction.
Also, people need to stop with the “banality of evil” arguments because they’ve been done to death and it’s time to move on.
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