The Lathe of Heavenby Ursula K. Le Guin
In a future world racked by violence and environmental catastrophes, George Orr wakes up one day to discover that his dreams have the ability to alter reality. He seeks help from Dr. William Haber, a psychiatrist who immediately grasps the power George wields. Soon George must preserve reality itself as Dr. Haber becomes adept at manipulating George's dreams for his own purposes.
The Lathe of Heaven is an eerily prescient novel from award-winning author Ursula K. Le Guin that masterfully addresses the dangers of power and humanity's self-destructiveness, questioning the nature of reality itself. It is a classic of the science fiction genre.
"A rare and powerful synthesis of poetry and science, reason and emotion." The New York Times
"Gracefully developed...extremely inventive.... What science fiction is supposed to do." Newsweek
"Profound. Beautifully wrought...[Le Guin's] perceptions of such matters as geopolitics, race, socialized medicine, and the patient-shrink relationship are razor sharp and more than a little cutting." National Review
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The Lathe of HeavenA Novel
By Ursula K. Leguin
Harper Collins PublishersCopyright © 2003 Ursula K. Leguin All right reserved. ISBN: 0060512741
Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are dreams am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tomorrow will not be for ten thousand generations.
-Chuang Tse: II
Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish bangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and.power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.
But here rise the stubborn continents. The shelves of gravel and the cliffs of rock break from water baldly into air, that dry, terrible outerspace of radiance and instabi'li'ty, where there is no support for life. And now, now the currents mislead and the waves betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up in loud foam against rock and air, breaking . . . .
What will thecreature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?
His eyelids had been burned away, so that he could not close his eyes, and the light entered into his brain, searing.He could not turn his head, for blocks of fallen concrete pinned him down and the steel rods projecting from their cores held his head in a vise. When these were gone he could move again; he sat up. He was on the cement steps; a dandelion flowered by his hand, growing from a little cracked place in the steps. After a while he stood up, but as soon as he was on his feet he felt deathly sick, and knew it was the radiation sickness. The door was only two feet from him, for the balloonbed when inflated half filled his room. He got to the door and opened it and went through it. There stretched the endless linoleum corridor, heaving slightly up and down for miles, and far down it, very far, the men's room. He started out toward it, trying to hold on to the wall, but there was nothing to hold on to, and the wall turned into the floor.
"Easy now. Easy there."
The elevator guard's face was hanging above him like a paper lantern, pallid, fringed with graying hair.
"It's the radiation," he said, but Mannie didn't seem to understand, saying only, "Take it easy."
He was back on his bed in his room.
"High on something?"
"What you been taking?"
"Couldn't find the fit," he said, meaning that he had been trying to lock the door through which the dreams came, but none of the keys had fit the lock.
"Medic's coming up from the fifteenth floor," Mannie said faintly through the roar of breaking seas.
He was floundering and trying to breathe. A stranger was sitting on his bed holding a hypodermic and looking at him.
'That did it," the stranger said. "He's coming round. Feel like hell? Take it easy. You ought to feel like hell. Take all this at once?" He displayed seven of the little plastifoil envelopes from the autodrug dispensary. "Lousy mixture, barbiturates and Dexedrine. What were you trying to do to yourself?"
It was hard to breathe, but the sickness was gone, leaving only an awful weakness."They're all dated this week," the medic went on, a young man with a brown ponytail and bad teeth. "Which means they're not all off your own Pharmacy Card, so I've got to report you for borrowing. I don't like to, but I got called in and I haven't any choice, see. But don't worry, with these drugs it's not a felony, you'll just get a notice to report to the police station and they'll send you up to the Med School or the Area Clinic for examination, and you'll be referred to an M.D. or a shrink for VTT-Voluntary Therapeutic Treatment. I filled out the form on you already, used your ID; all I need to know is how long you been using these drugs in more than your personal allotment?"
The medic scribbled on a paper on his knee.
"And who'd you borrow Pharm Cards from?"
"Got to have the names."
After a while the medic said, "One name, anyhow. Just a formality. It won't get 'em in trouble. See, they'll just get a reprimand from the police, and HEW Control will keep a check on their Pharm Cards for a year. Just a formality. One name."
"I can't. They were trying to help me"
"Look, if you won't give the names, you're resisting, and you'll either go to jail or get stuck into Obligatory Therapy, in an institution. Anyway they can trace the cards through the autodrug records if they want to, this just saves 'em time. Come on, just give me one of the names."
He covered his face with his arms to keep out the unendurable light and said, "I can't. I can't do it. I need help."
"He borrowed my card," the elevator guard said. "Yeah. Mannie Ahrens, 247-602-6023." The medic's pen went scribble scribble.
"I never used your card."
"So confuse 'em a little. They won't check. People use people's Pharm Cards all the time, they can't check. I loan mine, use another cat's, all the time. Got a whole collection of those reprimand things. They don't know. I taken things HEW never even heard of. You ain't been on the hook before. Take it easy, George."
"I can't," he said, meaning that he could not let Mannie lie for him, could not stop him from lying for him, could not take it easy, could not go on.
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Copyright © 2003 by Ursula K. Leguin
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Meet the Author
Ursula K. Le Guin has published twenty-one novels, eleven volumes of short stories, four collections of essays, twelve books for children, six volumes of poetry and four of translation, and has received the Hugo, Nebula, Endeavor, Locus, Tiptree, Sturgeon, PEN-Malamud, and National Book Award and the Pushcart and Janet Heidinger Kafka prizes, among others.
In recent years she has received lifetime achievement awards from World Fantasy Awards, Los Angeles Times, Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association, and Willamette Writers, as well as the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America Grand Master Award and the Library of Congress Living Legends award. Le Guin was the recipient of the Association for Library Service to Children’s May Hill Arbuthnot Honor Lecture Award and the Margaret Edwards Award.
Her recent publications include the novel Lavinia, Words Are My Matter, an essay collection, and Finding My Elegy, New and Selected Poems. She lives in Portland, Oregon, and her website is UrsulaKLeGuin.com.
- Portland, Oregon
- Date of Birth:
- October 21, 1929
- Place of Birth:
- Berkeley, California
- B.A., Radcliffe College; M.A., Columbia University, 1952
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This novella is truly one of the original greats of the SciFi genre. The story is about human averice and power and the need for and lack of control thereof. It is also about doctor patient relationships though in a lesser way. It is also about one individual's struggle to control his life and in this case his dreams as they are what have the most profound impact on his daily existence.
One of the most thought-provoking works I've ever read. What if when you had a certain kind of super-intense dream, what you dreamed came true? Only with that weird, twisted way dreams have of shifting reality, like dreaming that someone who annoyed you was killed in an accident. Then you woke up, and she was dead, had been dead, for years, and no one remembered the alternate reality. What if the person you went to for help decided to use that ability to reshape the world for the better? It's a short book, but rich, like a literary truffle. Something I reread on a regular basis, and think about more often than that.
Lathe of Heaven starts fine, but goes downhill quickly with the introduction of aliens. This edition is full of typos and ridiculous editing errors: 'eye to I' ; 'geeting' for 'getting' ; 'double' for doubt' and on and on.
This book is one to read and let marinate in your brain. It raises interesting questions about intentions and possibilities. I really enjoyed reading it.
This book is an old friend I'm picking up in e format. I read it for the first time as a teenager & was priveleged to see the adaptation Ms. Le Guin did for PBS in the 1970s. George Orr lives in a horrible world. Overpopulation, war & damage to the Earth's ecosystem by an uncaring society has left a society that is regimented to the extreme aas the only means of survival. But George has a different problem; a terrible secret. His dreams can change reality.lwhen he is caught using illegal drugs tto control his sleep, George, a quiet, modest Every an, is remaned to the care of Psychologist Dr. William Haber. Haber initially sees George as delusional but cchanges his mind when he forces George to dream a chaned reality. George is careful with his gift, but the egotistical & power-hungry Haber is a different story. He attempts to control Geoge's dreams, leading to a power struggle between the two men for nothing less than control of reality itself. But George knows something Haber doesn't. There is a reason the dreams need to be used cautiously, & if Haber isn't careful, he will find the too terrible reality behind George's dreams. Ursula LeGuin gives us a true Sci Fi/Horror story with characters you can relate to & for whom you feel sympathy. Even Haber is no a villan, but just a man given a great power he can't handle. The story is full of twists & turns, a tale mostly revolving around the characters of the two men, but with enough happening to satisfy devotees of more action oriented fiction. Her prose style is clean & relatable, as always, & her universe, as seen through George's eyes, is realistic & sensible. This is a unique novel written by an author who frequently thinks "outside the box", & I'm grateful to have a copy for my Nook. Now, if they'd only publish "The Left Hand of Darkness" for e-reader ...
My favorite has always been the Left Hand Of Darkness but the Lathe of Heaven still haunts me twenty five or thirty years after I first read it.
Very good story and very intriguing ideas of how the world/society can be....Definitely leaves you wanting more...
One of the great novels in Sci-Fi history along with her Dispossessed and Left Hand of Darkness.
This book was terrible! I would be more interested in pulling out my nails with pliers than to read this book again, forever or ever. Anyone who wants to read this book, hit yourself on the head first. Kids, don't do this at home!!