I wrote a remembrance of Ursula Le Guin. It’s up at the Seattle Review of Books.

For centuries the gatekeepers have been building that wall, designed with a single aperture to let through one woman writer at a time. I like to imagine Ursula would snort at this giant game of Highlander, in which There Can Be Only One, and call for us to tear that wall down. To paraphrase her speech at the National Book Awards in 2014: We live in patriarchy, its power seems inescapable—but then, so did the divine right of kings. Resistance and change often begin in art, the art of words.