Whether she’s weighing into Amazon or defending fantasy against the slights of literary novelists, Ursula Le Guin is always good value. This month on her blog, a request for a list of her top 50 books led to a meditation on the books that had failed to change her.
“What books didn’t influence me?” she writes. “If only someone would ask that! I’ve been waiting years to answer it. Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand, I will say, had absolutely no influence on me except to cause hours of incredulous boredom. I thought in all fairness I ought to try The Fountainhead. I gave up on page 10.”