Lots of writers think they're genuises, but Octavia Butler — who died over the weekend at her Seattle home — was one of the few to have it certified: she received one of those MacArthur Foundation "genius" grants in 1995, which made it possible for her to buy a house and enjoy a measure of comfort after a lifetime of scraping by with her writing. The recognition was all the more striking because Butler was a — shhhhh! — writer of science fiction, that most cootie-laden of American literary genres, of which few critics have anything good to say and from which only a few lucky talents — Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick, anybody else? — are allowed to escape.
Butler's ticket to wider recognition was Kindred, an overwhelmingly powerful novel about Dana, a modern-day black woman who is repeatedly carried back to the antebellum South in order to save the life of a white boy named Rufus, who malignantly flowers into a raging bigot and slaveholder - and who turns out to be the heroine's ancestor. Each time she goes back, Dana (and the reader) gets a wider, deeper view of life as a slave; each time she returns from the 19th century South, Dana bears psychological scars she sees reflected in the mid-1970s America around her. Butler is particularly good at showing the psychological deformations slavery requires of both master and his chattel; in the book's edgiest sequence, Dana is wrenched back with her white husband, and must watch the appalling ease with which he assumes the privileges of a white plantation owner.
A book that deserves to be equally well known is Parable of the Talents, a panoramic view of a fundamentalist America that puts The Handmaid's Tale completely in the shade. Reading her obituaries, I realize that her output was much wider than I realized — I have some catching up to do, and so do you if you want to read somebody whose work was not only several cuts above most science fiction writing, but much mainstream wrirting as well.



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Article comments
1 - Natalie Davis
Octavia E. Butler was and is a hero of mine. I learned of her death early yesterday and have been in a state of deep grief ever since. Another relatively young person - an immense talent and an important voice - felled by an apparent stroke... it's a lot to bear. I pray she rests in peace with the knowledge that she touched many people, and I pray to meet her soon on the other side.
Thanks for remembering her so eloquently.
2 - Dave Nalle
She was indeed a great writer, regardless of genre. How did she come to die so relatively young?
And ND, I'm sure she'll wait as long as necessary for you to join her, so don't rush over there.
Dave
3 - Freda McDonald
I was very sad to hear about the passing of Octavia Butler. I absolutely loved her work. I just finished Fledgling and was looking forward to her next book. I miss her already.
Freda McDonald
4 - april Mojica
How alive she was. What a quiet, pensive presence she had. So statuesque she she stood...but when she spoke-so calmly, slowly with the startling depth her voice had-the elements whirled around her:a sorceress. She foresaw; she wrote worlds; she was disappointed. She asked, at the Yari Yari conference at NYU a few months back, how a country could go facist and not notice. Her impressions will continue to reverberate steady ripples.