Yesterday, Octavia Estelle Butler (June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006) would have been 63-years old if not for her untimely death.
After her move to Seattle in 1999 Butler succinctly frames herself saying, "I'm comfortably asocial, a hermit in the middle of a large city, a pessimist if I'm not careful, a feminist, a Black, a former Baptist, an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty and drive."
I had several fortunes of seeing her throughout Washington DC during her book readings in which I intentionally mentioned her first standalone book which (I fail to remember by name - damn!!!) she wasn't fond of, has taken out of print (unless her sister who has the rites to the book re-releases it) and will not discuss unless coaxed. I inveigled Butler continually to introduce her [other] fans to a book they would have otherwise not known existed. Butler was always gracious about expounding on her first, out-of-print, book but she never failed to mentioned that because she considered it her 'Star Trek' book it would never see the light of republishing while she was alive.
To one of the best writers ever, I miss you and continue to hurt over the lost of all of the books you did not have a chance to write. OEB happy belated birthday anniversary!
+OEB Bloodchild
++OEB Memorial Scholarship
+++OEB Quotes
*A conversation with Charlie Rose and science-fiction writer and MacArthur fellow Octavia Butler about her book "Parable of the Talents", currently nominated for a Nebula Award for Best Novel.
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