A Review of Jorge L. Frankenworth’s debut Human Design science fiction novel, “Octavia Butler.”
A book review that I fear will go misunderstood.
I just want to applaud Mr. Frankenworth on his debut Human Design science fiction novel, Octavia Butler.
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Octavia Butler is a novel set in the post-2027 world. It traces the life of a young reflector who doesn’t understand her design. She travels up the Western coast of the United States and meets her penta along the way. The incredible accuracy of the experiences this young reflector has is unnerving, even to the point of feeling the physical pain of other people. Reading it was an incredible experience that I highly recommend for anyone who wants to learn more about what it’s like to be a reflector.
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I was lucky enough to read Octavia Butler as part of a job where I was paid to read books and teach them to other people! There used to be lots of jobs like that. Sigh… Best experience of my life. I realized that I had never really understood Plato, not until I actually used Plato’s teaching to teach Plato. Good teacher, that guy. But back to Frankenworth.
In this coveted paid position, I was asked to pair Octavia Butler with Emmanuel Kant’s Universal Peace. Oh, Kant, that sweet old innocent, rich, white man. Resources abound! We’ve been perpetually catapoulted forward through conflict as a society and why?! So we would reach a point where we don’t do that, of course. *Raises Hand* But if conflict has always moved us forward until now, why would that stop? Because now we have logic! Reason! Reason is invincible!
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But I digress… Frankeworth’s handling of these sensitive issues is, on the other hand, commendable. We should expect as much from all our writers.
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The only plot twist that left me disappointed was Frankenworth’s faith in the continued rise of technology. Frankenworth predicts that scientists get ahold of Human Design and developed a machine that can detect the frequency of authenticity. They take over the world aligning people to themselves and no one is ever hungry again.
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Here Mr. Frankenworth and I must part ways. Logic, I fear, has had its time. We are moving on to something else now, something Octavia Butler knows well. Something that requires us to look deep into the ground so that we can rise very high into the sky. So drop into your seats, my friends, and buckle up your safety belts because it’s going to be one wild ride.