This year I finished my second Ursula K. Le Guin novel of the year, The Left Hand of Darkness. Like its predecessor, The Dispossessed, I read this one as part of an unofficial book club that we have going. Why we started out with two Le Guin novels is the result of an odd series of events that I'm sure I laid out in my earlier discussion. I'm happy to have read both, and not simply because one of my goals in this year of expanded reading is to tackle books that I normally wouldn't. I don't know if I liked The Left Hand of Darkness as much as I liked The Dispossessed, although that opinion was reversed through the first third of Darkness. At a certain point it felt like it transitioned into a Jack London book as the two main characters embarked on a tortuous trek across an icy terrain, which was interesting but didn't add to the story as much as it might have. The observations on gender are quite fascinating, especially so when you consider that the book is now over fifty years old. Recommended.
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