Rocannon's World by Ursula K. Le Guin is a brisk sci-fi/fantasy novella, the first in her Hainish Cycle universe. It reads like The Lord of the Rings and Ender's Game, if both texts were mashed up and played at triple speed. My entry into Le Guin's fiction was in the same universe but written later: The Left Hand of Darkness and The Dispossessed. Those two novels are masterpieces, fully realized worlds that invite multiple reads and analysis. They were both written at the height of her career. In comparison, this book felt like a blueprint, an outline.
It was still enjoyable. The title itself is a complicated reference to colonialism. While some of the alien creatures and humanoid civilizations felt cartoonish and silly, others were haunting and poignant. The planet's climate and yearly rotation felt big and cold and real. Most of the offhand references to myths or political factions were interesting, making me want to know more. Rocannon's World is clearly the early writings of a great genius finding her voice. Like a good band's first demo tape, it's undercooked and uneven, while pulsing with exciting raw potential.