Always Coming Home
Ursula K. Le Guin
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Ursula Le Guin's Always Coming Home is a major work of the imagination from one of America's most respected writers of science fiction. More than five years in the making, it is a novel unlike any other. A rich and complex interweaving of story and fable, poem, artwork, and music, it totally immerses the reader in the culture of the Kesh, a peaceful people of the far future who inhabit a place called the Valley on the Northern Pacific Coast.
back. The first day they did this was a holiday in Sai. Again we women all came out in our veils, and even the hontik cheered and danced when the Nestlings came flying over on their stiff black wings. That day I saw The Condor. He came out onto the balcony of the Palace to see his Nestlings fly over him. Women were not supposed to make him unclean with their eyes by looking at him, but 1 did not care about that, and was careful only not to be seen seeing him. He was dressed in golden cloth and
west of the Inland Sea, and hunters went out after them, mostly for adventure and sport, since the Valley people had little taste for beef. The meat was treated like venison, and mostly dried for jerky. Wild-dog packs were extremely dangerous to people and to domestic animals, and when a pack moved into the Ranges of the Valley it was systematically hunted down, usually by a group sent out from the Hunters Lodge; but the feral dogs were not usually spoken of as game. Nor were bears. The bear,
and rhetoric and works of literature both written and oral. There was a letter of the alphabet for the [z] phoneme that indicated the Earth Mode, but, evidently, it was very seldom used. People who in real life would use the Earth Mode talking would keep to the Sky Mode in even the most realistic history or novel. So in an actual conversation one would say, “Pandora, are you living in Sinshan now?”—Pandoraz, Sinshanzan gehovzes hai ohu—the two proper nouns and the verbal both in the Earth Mode.
the Four Houses of the Sky, Douglas K. Faerber, Mibbi himself; and Kimberley Barry, whom I name Nowelemaha, Beautiful Stillness. And the singers, listen to the names of the singers: Anne Hodgkinson Beyunaheo, and Thomas Wagner Tomhoia, and Rebecca Warner Odbaho Handushe, Woman Who Delights in Buds; and Patricia O’Scannell, David Marston, Susan Marston, Malcolm Lowe, and Meredith Beck. Hio dadamnes hanoya donhayu koumushude! The Three Who Cared for the Cow, my Virginia, Valerie, Jane, they are
with veils. You can lie on the veil while you’re fucking and pull it over you if you like. They wash them out in the morning. All through the Moon all the washlines have white veils blowing on them—haven’t you seen that? Sometimes the women keep their face hidden, they really want you not to know who they are; that’s good, that’s right, the way it should be. You have to take care and notice, though, because she’ll give you a sign, while you’re dancing together, if she and you are of the same