\\n “My world, my Earth, is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and gobbled and fought until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed ourselves first. There are no forests left on my Earth.”\\n
\\n “We don’t count relatives much; we are all relatives, you see.”\\n
“Who do you think is lying to us?” Shevek demanded.
Placid, Bedap met his gaze. “Who, brother? Who but ourselves?”
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
“A scientist can pretend that his work isn’t himself, it’s merely the impersonal truth. An artist can’t hide behind the truth. He can’t hide anywhere.”
“Freedom is never very safe.”
‘You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.’
Reading The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin was an absolute literary event for me. This book is filled with profound and thought-provoking ideas that gripped me from start to finish. Le Guin's ability to examine and explain complex concepts with such fluidity is truly remarkable. She crafts intricate worlds where her characters and ideas can thrive and interact. The rotating timeline, with past events catching up to the present, adds an extra layer of depth to the narrative and serves as an expression of several of the book's themes.
We follow Shevek, a physicist, as he grows up in an anarchist-style society on the moon Anarres and then travels to the highly capitalist planet Urras. Shevek's struggle to develop a working theory of time that incorporates both cyclical and linear time leads to a juxtaposition of the two societies. He realizes that his ideas can be dangerous in a society that only values profit and power. Through exploring the multiple meanings of the word "revolution," Le Guin delves into society and sociolinguistics, offering insights into freedom, sharing, and the struggle to build a better world.
Le Guin was heavily influenced by taoism and anarchist thinkers such as Lao Tzu, Paul Goodman, and Pyotr Kropotkin. The Dispossessed details a style of taoist anarchism where a revolution cannot rely on political authorities but on the individual's deep engagement with the world around them. Shevek's journey is not only about scientific discovery but also about personal growth and the realization that true freedom comes from a collective society.
The language aspects of the novel are also fascinating. Le Guin draws on the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis to show how the structure of a language can influence the native speaker's perceptions and categorization of experiences. The Anarras language of Pravic, with its aversion to singular possessive pronouns, reflects the society's emphasis on communalism and equality. In contrast, the language of Urras, with its class dialects and hierarchical prefixes, reveals the flaws of a capitalist society.
Overall, The Dispossessed is a magnificent work that combines great ideas, sharp writing, and an epic story. It is a book that will make you think, question, and strive for a better world. I cannot recommend it highly enough. 5/5
Ο Θ. Παπακωνσταντίνου once said that anarchy is the most poetic way to live. Le Guin throws her pen into realism and creates a world where society is organized according to anarchist ideas. A society that is the moon of another, purely capitalist one, which in turn is the moon of the first. A society where people do not sing. However, a society that does not sing is not healthy and surely not anarchist. The inhabitants of the planet Anarres, then, have forgotten the song that inspired the revolution and gave them absolute freedom, thus losing their authenticity and, by extension, their essence.
I hear again and again about the detached stance that Le Guin takes in her story and which, to be honest, I didn't see. She presents the society of Anarres as based on the right ideas but having lost along the way precisely those ideas that are the reason for its existence. On the other hand, it is the society of Urras, which is presented as impressive but rotten. Like a pit with a fancy wrapper that hides poverty, meanness and despotism. And what else could a capitalist society be? Whoever believes that a healthy capitalism can exist just has to open a book of elementary microeconomics. Or just look around, of course... The contrast between the two worlds is clear. I don't think it needs to be spelled out for us. Our protagonist, Shevek, feeling that things in his world are not as they should be by definition, dreams of bridging the two worlds, hoping deep down that he will find in Urras the key to the healing of his planet. What he finds, however, is hypocrisy, oppression and illness. In short, true human happiness lies in the ideas of Anarres, if only it could be healed and find again the path that Odo, the leader of the revolution, had traced. But even as things are, the society of Anarres is clearly healthier than that of Urras based on how the author presents it to us. The truth is that I was glad and relieved when I saw that Le Guin is not detached, because I hate the middle way. The cold study without emotion and opinion.
Le Guin's writing balances between realism and lyricism. There is an emotional charge on the pages, sometimes subdued and sometimes fully energetic. The book is full of ideas and aphorisms that make clear the field in which the author moves. She moves, but never with fanaticism. She seems to take a cool, though conscious, stance without exaggerations and unnecessary false emotions. Her character, Shevek, is crafted with great mastery. Far from perfect, with his passions and weaknesses, deeply romantic and doomed by his nature, he seems to be the only remaining true anarchist in this "anarchist" society. With him, the reader also gradually discovers the similarities and correspondences between the two worlds and cannot help but identify with him. His dialogues with the inhabitants of Urras about the position of women, the tendency to flattery and the commercialization of everything (yes, and art ladies and gentlemen), made me feel my adrenaline rush and thirst for anger and shouting. Deep down, however, I appreciated the measured writing and the preservation of the essence in... essential ways.
In short, it is completely understandable to me why it is considered a masterpiece. The reason I give 4 stars and not 5 (and I do this with a heavy heart, believe me) is because something was missing for me at the end. Despite the fact that I always appreciate endings that do not need outbursts and cataclysms and maintain their essence in simple and unadorned peaks, here something let me down. I don't know what I expected. Perhaps I was emotionally charged throughout its duration and it suddenly unloaded me. It is a book that I otherwise consider perfect and I will read it again believing that perhaps then I will appreciate something that I missed at the end.
Edit: Well, then I changed my mind. The first time I didn't even realize that I was reading the last chapter. I was so absorbed. I read it again, knowing this time that there are only a few pages left and yes, I don't think a better ending could have been given. And it doesn't need one at all.