One of our great writers of not just science fiction and fantasy but literature period is no longer with us. Ursula K. Le Guin passed away last week–read Margaret Atwood’s obituary here–and the world of letters is less for it.

She told John Wray a few years back that she got a little prickly when boxed in as just a “sci-fi writer”:

Don’t shove me into your pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over. My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.

Listen to what Le Guin said. Send your writer’s tentacles everywhere.