In The Village Voice I wrote about another aspect of Ursula, not the homebody but the writer and thinker ahead of her time.

Before Ursula K. Le Guin, who died last week at age 88, goes to dwell among the stars — maybe near the constellation that bears her name — it’s worth remembering how provocative she could be. The outpouring of tributes to her generosity, inventiveness, and wisdom has been so profoundly personal because she spoke to people so directly: a book or story by Le Guin could go so deep that it felt like yours alone. As her biographer, I can attest to her warmth, and elsewhere I’ve written about the love of home and humor that was one aspect of her many-sided being.

But I also want to talk about how good her aim was with a verbal thunderbolt. When Le Guin accepted a lifetime achievement award at the 2014 National Book Awards, an audience of New York editors and publishers witnessed her in her full angry glory, just before they were sizzled into a…