enly Ai is alone. His job is to introduce the icy planet of Gethen into the Ekumen, a loose consortium of 80 worlds that trade in knowledge as well as goods. He is the Ekumen's first open envoy, and the first envoy always
goes alone. He offers Gethen a single voice describing the friends to be had among the stars, and he travels among the local people, learning what hidden observers cannot.
The Gethenians are genderless when not in their monthly period of heat (at
which point they can become either sex); they consider Ai's masculinity a
perverse aberration. Their opaque system of honor, protocol and standing,
called shifgrethor, increases Ai's sense of isolation. When his lone
ally in the land of Karhide, the prime minister Estraven, first withdraws support and then is suddenly banished, Ai's mission seems to die before
his eyes.
Nonetheless, Ai is patient. He travels Karhide, spending time among mystics
who use their ability to divine the future to teach the power of the
Unknown. He then applies to enter Karhide's rival nation, Orgoreyn, a
brooding, repressive oligarchy. There his initial, promising inroads
descend into a rapidly deteriorating morass of intrigue and poisonous
politics, until one morning Ai wakes aboard a fetid land-ship bound for a
labor camp, no longer the celebrated Envoy from the stars.
Subjected to interrogations under drugs not meant for his alien physiology,
Ai is on the brink of death when he is rescued by the exile, Estraven. Ai's
misunderstanding of shifgrethor had masked Estraven's continued
loyalty to his cause. Exhausted and proscribed amid the desolation of this
world's ultima Thule, their only chance is the sense of honor of Karhide's
king--but first they must get to Karhide, 80 days away across the
unforgiving glaciers of the Gobrin Ice.
Unique characters, forbidding world
The first striking thing about The Left Hand of Darkness--the first
of many--is its introductory essay, an aggressive defense of science
fiction as description, not prediction, with metaphors such as alien societies
used to describe our own world. This bald reminder of author Ursula K. Le Guin's
calling might have stripped the mystique from the following tale, leaving
little more than a tract. But The Left Hand of Darkness is told by
Genly Ai; in it Ai, not Le Guin, reaches out to readers with his own story of
hardship and friendship, imparting in writing what he
cannot quite say in words.
The Left Hand is also a beguiling read quite apart from its layers and
meanings. Le Guin's sometimes mischievous narrative tone is crisp and
fresh. Ai and Estraven are richly drawn, complex, unpredictable, steadfast,
and unique. Gethen itself is a fascinating world, with distinct, carefully
developed cultures sharing in common an outlook born out of their frozen
climate and their androgyne nature. Of particular interest are the
Foretellers, whose perplexing emphasis on the importance of ignorance--the
philosophical outgrowth of their ability to see the future--nicely
complements Ai's growing understanding of the interdependency of shadow and
light. The narrative is intercut with revealing stories from the legends
and myths of Gethen: some feature Foretellers, others doomed lovers or
ancient heroes.
The fact that The Left Hand won both the Hugo and the Nebula awards
is nicely apposite in light of the subtext of dualism. But chiefly these
twin awards serve to underline the quality of the work. The adventures of
Ai and Estraven make for splendid character study and provocative
speculation, but they also provide a good story well told.
