Ursula K. Le Guin
I’ve enjoyed Le Guin’s writing since I first encountered The Dispossessed back in the early 1970s. I can’t think of a bad book she’s written. Recently, I’ve noticed that I re-read Always Coming Home the most. It’s not really a novel—it’s more a novella length fiction piece interspersed with anthropological and mythological details about the fictional future people about whom she’s writing.
(This is reposted from my static website and backdated.)