An obituary for Octavia ButlerI realize this happened a few days ago, and this is the first I'm writing about it. Mostly, I was really puzzled by various conflicting reports of stroke vs fall, and was seeing it mentioned in enough places that I figured I'd wait 'til I had time to write something a bit more. And, although I'm very sad that we've lost her, especially at such a young age, most of this post is going to be random memories of my life that her loss reminds me of.
I was lucky enough to spend a bit of one-on-one time with Octavia Butler six or seven years ago, and it all goes back to one of the major factors in my decision to attend Kenyon to begin with.
The first reason I looked at Kenyon was
Bishop Mayson. He and
Bishop Gordon, in our diocese, were like surrogate grandfathers to me. When he found out I was college-hunting, he came into my Dad's office, and danced around in his full robes, singing
one of the sillier Kenyon songs (which has lines not included in the version at the link). I had to check it out. When I started researching it, even before I visited and fell in love with the locale, I discovered the Best Possible Thing! A
feminist sci-fi author and biologist specializing in genetics! That was like finding rainbows with candy sprinkles and a bow on top, and was certainly a factor in my college choice. Now, if I'm being completely honest here, I have to say she wasn't quite what I expected, and also, ironically, I didn't end up being a bio major anyway, but she and I connected on shared love of SF and genetics, and were always friendly -- I spent a while babysitting for her boys pretty regularly, actually. When she convinced the Powers That Be to invite Octavia Butler to speak (I think at Baccalaureate, but I'm not positive), she contacted me (I was working for the college at that point), and asked if I'd be Octavia's guide around campus. Um, Yes!! I was a very big fan of her Xenogenesis series, and mostly worried about making an idiot of myself, but she was wonderful company. I was auditing a class on the Anthropology of Medicine, and the prof's area of expertise was Africa, so that was our main conversation topic. I remember her as quiet, and dignified, and fascinating, and deeply, deeply impressive. I'm very glad I got the brief opportunity I did to spend time with her.