I am deeply saddened to hear that Ursula Le Guin has died.
She was both a terrific writer, and a lovely, gracious woman who was kind to a lot of people, including me, long after she had any reason to be so generous with her time.
Mrs. Le Guin wrote glorious books, poem, essays and stories that changed the SFF genre and the canon itself; she will be remembered as a pioneer, and a feminist writer. She earned those accolades the hard way: word by word.
But my favorite of her books is one that many of you won't know. It's Blue Moon Over Thurman Street. I'm not sure if it's even in print any more. It's about a street in Portland, the town she lived in for most of her life. I lived there too, which is how I came to know her.
The world is a darker, dimmer place today and I am going to hide under my duvet and escape for a while.