Praise for NO TIME TO SPARE
Winner of the Hugo Award for Best Related Book
Winner of the PEN/Diamonstein-Spielvogel Award for the Art of the Essay
A TimeOut Book to Cozy Up to This December
A Real Simple Best Book to Read in December
A Bustle Best Book to Read in December
One of Southern Living's Unputdownable Reads to Curl Up with in December
A Harper's Bazaar Best New Book to Read in December
A Most Anticipated Title of the Fall from Vulture
A PopSugar Must-Read Book for December
A Book Riot Must-Read Book for December
A Wired Must-Read Summer Title
The trivially personal is a chief pleasure of this collection...The pages sparkle with lines that make a reader glance up, searching for an available ear with which to share them...Words are my skein of yarn, my lump of wet clay, my block of uncarved wood,' [Le Guin] explains, and then quietly astounds us with the carving.
Melissa Febos, The New York Times Book Review
This delightful book [is] inquisitive and stroppily opinionated in equal measureIn even these miscellanies, composed in [Le Guin's] off hours, the sentences are perfectly balanced and the language chosen with care. After all, she writes, Words are my mattermy stuff.' And it's through their infinite arrangementsthat Ms. Le Guin's extraordinary imaginary worlds have been built and shared.
Wall Street Journal
"Witty, often deeply observed...Le Guin has a well-ordered mind...If she's arrived at a 'crabby old age,' as she puts it, it's inspired her to be engagingly mindful of everything around her."
USA Today
There are shades of Adrienne Rich hereAt the end of No Time to Spare,' having enjoyed all the Annals of Pard and the Steinbeck anecdotes, the stories about the Oregon desert and the musings on belief, all I could think was: I want Le Guin to keep going, on and on. I want to read more.
Michelle Dean, The Los Angeles Times
No Time to Spare,' deriving from Le Guin's online essays, covers just about anything that crosses her mind, from 'lit biz' to cats to the Oregon landscapeMight there be truth to the commonplace that science fiction writers are prophets?...A year ago I argued that Le Guin deserved a Nobel Prize in literature. In fact what a fantasy! she ought to be running the country.
The Washington Post
"The pages pop with life, even as Le Guin, ever sassy, reckons with the toils of aging. She finds herself busier than ever, cramming in as much as she can. The best bits are the interludes for Pard, her new black-and-white cat. Young when she's old, spry when she's stiff, he exists in twinkling counterpoiseespecially when he's time-traveling through her whirring external hard drive to, Le Guin suspects, cosmic parts unknown."
Wired