Dear Miss Kidd,
Ursula K. Le Guin writes extremely well, but I'm sorry to have to say that on the basis of that one highly distinguishing quality alone I cannot make you an offer for the novel. The book is so endlessly complicated by details of reference and information, the interim legends become so much of a nuisance despite their relevance, that the very action of the story seems to be to become hopelessly bogged down and the book, eventually, unreadable. The whole is so dry and airless, so lacking in pace, that whatever drama and excitement the novel might have had is entirely dissipated by what does seem, a great deal of the time, to be extraneous material. My thanks nonetheless for having thought of us. The manuscript of The Left Hand of Darkness is returned herewith. Yours sincerely,
21 June, 1968
Ссылку на этот любопытный текст я нашел в онлайновой рецензии некоего Дэна Шнайдера; уж не знаю, кто такой, но он с упорством идиота - no offence meant - топчет Борхеса, Ле Гуин и Краули, прославляя "Слэн", "Конец вечности" и "Основание" (а каковы бы ни были достоинства этих книг, тень должна знать свое место).