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Shevek, a physicist conducting research on the relativity of time between the worlds of Hikaye Uras (the capitalists) and Anarres (the anarchists). Anarres is a moon, while Uras is our Earth. On Anarres, there is no state, no one has property rights, work is done jointly according to needs, and resources are equally distributed among all. Gender identities are not distinct, and there are no religions. Uras, on the other hand, is based on a class system. While the state holds all possibilities by force, the working class is not even visible. For example, when Shevek visits Uras and goes to the market square, he asks, "With so many clothes and abundance of goods, there are only sellers and buyers. But where are the producers?" After these realizations, he also begins to lose his balance. As we have been taught, time always flows forward. However, our famous physicist Shevek asks, what if it is not so? Without going into details to avoid spoilers, I really liked it. The physics topics explained in simple language are not boring. Although the narration was not smooth at the beginning and I had some difficulties, as the story developed towards the end and there were things that made me want to read, I read it with pleasure. I also want to add a paragraph that I really liked: Something dark rotated in Shevek's mind, and everything went dark. His mouth was dry.
He finished the glass that the waiter had filled a moment ago.
"I don't know," he said; his tongue was half-paralyzed. "No. It's not wonderful. It's an ugly world. This world is not like that. Anarres consists only of dust and dry mountains. Everything is pale, everything is arid. The people are not beautiful either. They all have big hands and feet, like mine and the waiter here. But they don't have big bellies. They get very dirty and bathe together, and no one does that here. The cities are very small and dull, and it's boring. There are no palaces at all. Life is boring, and people work a lot. You can't always get what you want, and sometimes not even what you need, because there isn't enough. You people of Uras have everything in abundance. There is enough air, enough rain, grass, oceans, food,
music, buildings, factories, machines, books, clothes, history. You are rich, you have. We are poor, we don't have. You have, we don't. Everything here is very beautiful.
Only the faces are not beautiful. On Anarres, nothing is beautiful except the faces. The other faces, the male and female faces. We don't have anything else but them, we don't have anything else but each other. Here you see the jewels, there you see the eyes. In the eyes, you also see the dignity, the dignity of the human soul. Because our men and women are free, they are free because they don't own anything. You owners are owners. You are all
in prison. Everyone is alone, alone with the pile he has. You are living in prison, you are dying in prison. The only thing I can see in your eyes is this - a wall, a wall!"
He finished the glass that the waiter had filled a moment ago.
"I don't know," he said; his tongue was half-paralyzed. "No. It's not wonderful. It's an ugly world. This world is not like that. Anarres consists only of dust and dry mountains. Everything is pale, everything is arid. The people are not beautiful either. They all have big hands and feet, like mine and the waiter here. But they don't have big bellies. They get very dirty and bathe together, and no one does that here. The cities are very small and dull, and it's boring. There are no palaces at all. Life is boring, and people work a lot. You can't always get what you want, and sometimes not even what you need, because there isn't enough. You people of Uras have everything in abundance. There is enough air, enough rain, grass, oceans, food,
music, buildings, factories, machines, books, clothes, history. You are rich, you have. We are poor, we don't have. You have, we don't. Everything here is very beautiful.
Only the faces are not beautiful. On Anarres, nothing is beautiful except the faces. The other faces, the male and female faces. We don't have anything else but them, we don't have anything else but each other. Here you see the jewels, there you see the eyes. In the eyes, you also see the dignity, the dignity of the human soul. Because our men and women are free, they are free because they don't own anything. You owners are owners. You are all
in prison. Everyone is alone, alone with the pile he has. You are living in prison, you are dying in prison. The only thing I can see in your eyes is this - a wall, a wall!"