Octavia Butler died yesterday at 58 in a fall that led to a fatal concussion. Creating strong, vivid female characters, Butler is one of my favorite authors and a personal inspiration when writing my own feminist scifi stories. She was the first woman of color to be published for writing science fiction, and the first genre author to win the MacArthur Foundation Genius Grant.
In my women’s studies course last quarter, I selected Butler for a presentation on an amazing women my classmates and I heard too little about growing up. I explained that Butler reached people who weren’t represented among the white supremacist, sexist voice dominating science fiction, and used the tools of speculative fiction to imagine alternatives. My peers responded well to my presentation, and a few remarked that that Butler’s stories sounded like ones they would enjoy; they previously had little interest in science fiction. I passed out URLs for a pair of Butler’s short stories available online, and hope that my classmates found their way to them. I’ve included the links at the end of this post.
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My lived sense of the way power and difference play out in the politics of futures our pasts propel us into easily owes as much to Octavia Butler as it does to Michel Foucault or to Donna Haraway or to Judith Butler, and that is saying something. It’s hard to convey what it means to me to know there will be no more Octavia Butler books to look forward to, each one always sure to be so much her own, never like anybody else’s, in a voice I felt I understood and came to crave, attesting to a world that seemed so painfully real and familiar to me, however alien.
I haven’t read any of her books, but yet, I find myself sitting in front of the computer almost in tears…I thought I had time! I thought I had time to get to know her style, form a critique, maybe see her at a speech and then maybe walk up to her, pages in shaky hand, mouth dry, and ask her to look over my stuff.
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February 27th, 2006 at 4:07 pm
She was a foremother of exceptional vision. She filled a gap left open by feminist theorists and women of color academicians who could not quite see how we would transcend and transform the future. She wasn’t just a series of books on a course list or a writer whose style needed to studied and deconstructed. She was a seer whose passing will be noticed. She was one among a few in a breed that is ageing and passing.
February 27th, 2006 at 9:11 pm
Thanks for sharing.
February 27th, 2006 at 10:41 pm
[...] I’ve also posted a bit more about Octavia Butler on tekanji’s blog, including links to some of her work available online. [...]
March 2nd, 2006 at 1:39 pm
I just found out about her death after writing so excitedly that I hoped FLEDGLING was the beginning of another series. It seems I finished the book on the day she died. Wow… theres just NOT another voice like hers out there
March 5th, 2006 at 1:09 am
Hmmmm…I always thought that I would meet her one day.I took her for granted in that way. I loved her writing. I suppose tomorrow isn’t promised.
Makes every word that she’s written until now, all the more important. She is indeed my favorite author.