The better to see you, my dear

It might just be that I have my bar for Le Guin right up there.

It was vivid in it's descriptions, and a lot happens and it's explored inside these few pages, but I felt like things spin and spin and spin once they reach the city, and then the resolution comes abruptly, as if the author had just tired of exploring this set up and just blew the way to the fastest exit.

Also, the women were done dirty, specially the way Parth was just forgotten. Which was a nasty surprise because I always expect better from Le Guin.