Ursula K. Le Guin in 1972. Photo: AP
When I was very young and on the cusp of becoming a bookworm, I was bemused by those rah-rah blurbs on some books espousing the virtues of the writer as a “warm and compassionate soul”.
How could one determine that from a person’s writing? Words are merely words, after all. And didn’t the art of creative writing also mean putting oneself in a different mindset? In a sense, one assumes a role different from the writer’s own self?
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