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If I had read Ursula K. Le Guin’s Very Far Away From Anywhere Else as a teenager, which I believe would have blown the top off my head. It’s not magical or SFnal, but a slim contemporary novel, YA before the Twilightification of YA.
In his senior year of high school, budding scientist Owen meets his classmate Natalie, a serious musician with aspirations to become a composer, and for the first time in their lives the two of them find someone they can talk to—but really talk to, about the real things that deeply matter to them, truth and art and thinking and feeling and life. “We decided that it was no good asking what is the meaning of life, because life isn’t the answer, life is the question, and you, yourself, are the answer.”
It’s like Madeleine L’Engle’s A Ring of Endless Light, not so much in the content – although A Ring of Endless Light is also about very much about art and science and the relationship between both those things and the creative urge, so perhaps to a certain extent in content too. But both books are shaped by their main characters’ struggle with ideas, are about teenagers grappling with the big questions, in a way that real teenagers often do but that books for teenagers often don’t.
I thought it chickened out a bit at the end, though. There’s a big section in the middle where Owen muses for a while about how we’re all engineered by “movies and books and advertising and all the various sexual engineers, whether they’re scientists or salesman,” to think that “Man Plus Woman Equals Sex,” then explains that he nearly ruined things by deciding he was in love with Natalie: “I hadn’t fallen in love with her, please notice that I didn’t say that; I had decided that I was in love with her.”
And this ends up almost destroying their relationship. They return to the beach where they had a wonderful day earlier, only this time Owen kisses Natalie, and Natalie rejects him. “If what we have isn’t enough, then forget it. Because it’s all we do have. And you know it! And it’s a lot! But if it’s not enough, then let it be. Forget it!”
And then they are Torn Asunder for months. Only then Owen sees an advertisement for a concert where a few of Natalie’s compositions will be performed for the first time. Of course he has to go—and they meet up afterward—and it turns out that they are, in fact, in love.
Well, okay. That sorts of pulls the rug out from under this whole critique of the sexual engineers, but sure.
But maybe the point is that all that sexual engineering forced Owen to jump immediately to the conclusion that This Must Be Love, and therefore try to bend their relationship into the shape that movies and books and advertising call Love, and in doing so almost break it? Whereas they might not have been torn asunder if he hadn’t tried to force its growth, but let it develop naturally.
Honestly, mixed feelings. Thematically, I think this ending was a mistake, because it undercuts the middle, and in particular that powerful beach scene. But also, they are so in love. Do I really want them torn asunder permanently for mere thematic reasons?
In his senior year of high school, budding scientist Owen meets his classmate Natalie, a serious musician with aspirations to become a composer, and for the first time in their lives the two of them find someone they can talk to—but really talk to, about the real things that deeply matter to them, truth and art and thinking and feeling and life. “We decided that it was no good asking what is the meaning of life, because life isn’t the answer, life is the question, and you, yourself, are the answer.”
It’s like Madeleine L’Engle’s A Ring of Endless Light, not so much in the content – although A Ring of Endless Light is also about very much about art and science and the relationship between both those things and the creative urge, so perhaps to a certain extent in content too. But both books are shaped by their main characters’ struggle with ideas, are about teenagers grappling with the big questions, in a way that real teenagers often do but that books for teenagers often don’t.
I thought it chickened out a bit at the end, though. There’s a big section in the middle where Owen muses for a while about how we’re all engineered by “movies and books and advertising and all the various sexual engineers, whether they’re scientists or salesman,” to think that “Man Plus Woman Equals Sex,” then explains that he nearly ruined things by deciding he was in love with Natalie: “I hadn’t fallen in love with her, please notice that I didn’t say that; I had decided that I was in love with her.”
And this ends up almost destroying their relationship. They return to the beach where they had a wonderful day earlier, only this time Owen kisses Natalie, and Natalie rejects him. “If what we have isn’t enough, then forget it. Because it’s all we do have. And you know it! And it’s a lot! But if it’s not enough, then let it be. Forget it!”
And then they are Torn Asunder for months. Only then Owen sees an advertisement for a concert where a few of Natalie’s compositions will be performed for the first time. Of course he has to go—and they meet up afterward—and it turns out that they are, in fact, in love.
Well, okay. That sorts of pulls the rug out from under this whole critique of the sexual engineers, but sure.
But maybe the point is that all that sexual engineering forced Owen to jump immediately to the conclusion that This Must Be Love, and therefore try to bend their relationship into the shape that movies and books and advertising call Love, and in doing so almost break it? Whereas they might not have been torn asunder if he hadn’t tried to force its growth, but let it develop naturally.
Honestly, mixed feelings. Thematically, I think this ending was a mistake, because it undercuts the middle, and in particular that powerful beach scene. But also, they are so in love. Do I really want them torn asunder permanently for mere thematic reasons?
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Date: 2024-10-27 02:24 pm (UTC)That's really beautiful--I got a lump in my throat reading it.
And yeah: it takes a whole lot to go against the message that the pinnacle of human experience is falling in love--that that's the ultimate in human connection--and to then back down and say, " Yeah, but just in case, my friends, please note that they ARE in love" seems very -_-
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Date: 2024-10-27 04:48 pm (UTC)And yes, I think the book kind of turns on itself in having this whole large section in the middle about the sexual engineers and deciding to be in love versus actually falling in love etc., but then no wait they ARE in love. Did Le Guin chicken out? Did the publisher throw a fit? Did the power of the love story simply prove too strong to buck?
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Date: 2024-10-27 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-27 05:09 pm (UTC)I really doubt any of those things. It's kind of similar to Shevek and Takver in The Dispossessed -- the woman is very unsure of a relationship and tests the man, who has to meet her standards, and Le Guin's self-declared big theme was "marriage" -- union, trust, fidelity, maturity, in her vision. Owen has to live up to those things, and change himself to be worthy of her. I found that pretty radical as a girl in the early eighties; certainly there were very few books offering that, and especially Natalie's devotion to her music and future career. Le Guin was still in her Jungian phase and you can see Owen deliberately turning her into his anima figure when he decides to project conventional Western romance onto their friendship. Natalie tells him a couple makes the big decisions together, and he didn't do that.
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Date: 2024-10-27 03:29 pm (UTC)Do I really want them torn asunder permanently for mere thematic reasons?
Maybe a more thematically satisfying ending would have had a longer arc of reconnecting --> friendship --> eventually, years later, starting a romantic relationship after they'd both grown into themselves as adults, but that... seems like it would be an entirely different story.
Sounds like this was a good book overall, though!
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Date: 2024-10-27 04:53 pm (UTC)Yes, overall it's a good book. The ending undermines the middle but doesn't totally spoil it, if that makes sense. And I could see it being quite hard to end without having Owen and Natalie get together romantically - I suppose you could just have them reunite as friends, but you'd have to fight against generations of love stories to do it.
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Date: 2024-10-27 04:59 pm (UTC)It seems like the book speedruns that -- they're separated at the end of the book, but Natalie hints at a temporal reunion while Owen refers back to their shared artistic fantasy. As a kid I really wasn't sure if they would reconnect or not.
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Date: 2024-10-27 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-27 05:15 pm (UTC)I thought it was really not certain when I was very young and read the book shortly after it first came out (I read whatever Le Guin I could get my hands on then, which wasn't really that much). They're not what society would have called romantically involved then, at the end of the book.
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Date: 2024-10-27 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-27 05:51 pm (UTC)Oh, nice! I accidentally guessed the ending after all.
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Date: 2024-10-27 05:13 pm (UTC)Is The Beginning Place by Le Guin or someone else?
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Date: 2024-10-27 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-27 06:14 pm (UTC)If Updike criticized the sex scene then it must be pretty good.
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Date: 2024-10-28 11:04 am (UTC)I don't know if the ending undercuts the middle but it did feel like the more conventional ending. Perhaps I'm just too far distant from the period when it was published, and I have different expectations of YA as a genre now.
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Date: 2024-10-28 12:09 pm (UTC)