Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Dispossessed is often called an ambiguous utopia. The phrase is accurate, but too polite. The book is sharper than that. It is a novel about a revolution that has survived long enough to become ordinary, and therefore dangerous to itself. Its great subject is not whether Anarres is better than Urras. It is what happens when a society built to abolish domination begins to produce domination in forms it no longer knows how to name.