It has been a long time since I read anything from Ursula K Le Guin, and I wish I had read this back then, although I may not have fully understood it.
It is a bit dated, not in a bad way, but in what feels a more simplified way things were written back in the 1970s. The overall message though made me uncomfortable when I read it (I won’t give details, I don’t want to spoil it).
I got a lot more out of it though because at the same time I am listing to one of the Great Lectures called the Great Utiopian and Dystopian Works of Literature and the professor covered this story in the first lecture (and honestly thats why I read this story).
I do have to admit though I don’t know if I will seek out re-reading any of Le Guin’s works after this. I fear having the same thing happen with their work that happens with other authors. I find that taken in context in current day the book just doesn’t stand up to what I read/thought back then.
It is only 30 something pages, it is an easy read and I would recommend people read it.