Unless you’ve been following me for six years, you may not have read this particular column, which was the fifth one I wrote for this iteration of Amazing Stories® (the previous iteration I wrote for was the print Amazing in 1980-1982, when I wrote the fan column). I’m going to redo and re-edit this,.and I hope you find it worth reading (or rereading). It was originally written on July 7, 2013, which would have been Robert A. Heinlein’s 106th birthday (you can do the math). So this is all about Robert A. Heinlein and his hometown.
Heinlein was born in a little town in Missouri named Butler (Figure 1). 2019 population is about 4048 people, and it’s about 4 square miles in area. So you can imagine it was your typical one-horse town in 1907, when Robert Anson Heinlein made his first appearance in the world, not that it has a lot more horses now than then. There are biographies and critiques of his works aplenty (one of the newest is Robert A. Heinlein: In Dialogue with His Century: Volume 1 (1907-1948): Learning Curve by William H. Patterson, Jr. ), so I won’t go into great detail; Heinlein was one of science fiction’s “Big Three”— the other two being Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke—before SF expanded beyond anyone’s expectations. By the time of Heinlein’s death, he had published over one hundred novels, short stories, and articles. He won six Hugo awards, and had his work adapted into four movies and five television series, according to the Butler Public Library’s website (www.butlerpubliclibrary.org). The Butler Public Library now has a “Robert and Virginia Heinlein” wing, completed in 1991 with funds donated by the Robert and Virginia Heinlein Foundation. (The Butler Public Library has no public funding and must depend on assistance from private sources.)
At the time of his death, Heinlein left some notes and ideas for books that he had not yet written, and the Heinlein Society (established with the help of Virginia Heinlein to promote not only the works of RAH, but also to promote science and blood drives—he was a rare blood type and insisted that conventions who hosted him also have a blood drive—and science fiction writing) looked for a writer to carry on his writing; they chose Spider Robinson as the writer who would be the best person to “collaborate” with RAH, and in 2006, “Variable Star” was published, written by Spider from a 5-page outline left by RAH.
Knowing that I would be driving to Missouri that summer, Spider asked me if I would be going anywhere near Butler and, if so, could I take some photos of the Heinlein wing of the public library. For reasons of my own not related to RAH, I was indeed going to Butler itself, so I said, “Sure!” and on June 15 of 2013, we drove into the almost prototypical little mid-American town. This town looks like something Ray Bradbury wrote, with a bandstand (Figure 2) on the town square across from the courthouse. I almost expected to see Mr. Dark and the Dust Witch! Or maybe even the story “You Know They Got a Hell of a Band” by Stephen King!
So after concluding my personal business in the town, I asked for directions to the library. “Sure,” I was told, “You just go a block down this street to the stop sign, turn left, go another block and turn right. You can’t miss it.” So we did, and we did. Hmm. Maybe he meant “turn right and then left,” so we did that. No library. We wound up driving around and around the Town That Time Forgot to the point of frustration; finally, going down a small hill I spied a young man—about 10 or 11 years old—pedaling his bicycle (how small-town can you get?) up a hill towards us. I stopped the car and rolled down the window; “Hey, kid—can you tell me how to get to the library?”
“Sure, you just go up to the…” he began, and I interrupted with “I’m a stranger and don’t know any local landmarks.” He thought for a moment, then said, “Aww, it’s complicated. Just follow me!” And he began pedaling up the hill again; I made a U-turn and followed him (at about 7 MPH) for the next 15 minutes. Through alleyways, barely pausing at stop signs, and so on—until he triumphantly skidded the wrong way into an “Exit Only” sign at the Butler Public Library! We went around the building and into the proper entry and tipped the kid a dollar.
We went in and introduced ourselves to the librarian on duty, who was thrilled that someone would come all the way from Vancouver, BC, to visit their library; she gave us the Grand Tour and told about when RAH had visited Butler; the parade they had for them (Robert and Virginia) and many more anecdotes.
She was also thrilled that I was a friend of Spider’s and had met Heinlein more than once. Here are some photos of the Heinlein Wing (more of a reading room); I was thrilled to see an older gentleman using the Heinlein Wing to read. Here’s a photo of the entire Heinlein Wing, plus a photo of the bronze dedication plaque for the wing, which is at the entrance to the library.
As we were getting into our car after the Heinlein Wing tour, a black pickup pulled up and a woman rushed to stop us leaving; it was the Library Director, Linda Hunter, who’d been informed we were there and who wanted to catch us before we left. After our conversation—repeating a lot of what we’d said and heard inside—we asked her if Heinlein’s birth house was still around. “Oh, yes,” she said, “But the people who own it now really don’t like to be disturbed by Heinlein fans!” It seems that Heinlein fans had been a real pain in the tochus, so Linda was reluctant to give us the address. (We found out later that there were street signs that directed people to the house, so had we searched, we could have found it ourselves.) After promising we’d only look at the outside, she directed us to the old Heinlein house on North Fulton Street. The house itself has a little plaque sitting in a flowerbed.
Now, if this had been any other author, I probably wouldn’t have bothered making my one and only “pilgrimage”—but not only have I read everything I can find of Heinlein’s, but I have corresponded with him; I have had books autographed by him (to me) in my library—courtesy of E.E. “Doc” Smith’s daughter, Verna Smith Trestrail—and I have spent a couple of hours talking with both Robert and Virginia Heinlein, thanks to the late Frank Kelly Freas, a wonderful man and a good friend. So all sorts of things coincided to bring this about. Would I do it for another author? Asimov? Bradbury? Clarke? No, probably not. (Okay, I did go to Forrest J Ackerman’s house, but he was alive at the time.) This was a one-off, and I don’t regret it. I’m passionate about science fiction and fantasy, and this was part of it. I suggest you find your passion—whether in our genre or out of it—and follow yours, too!
Next column will be a book review; I’ve got a couple in the hopper. Until then, as Carey Rockwell’s Stand By for Mars (Tom Corbett) book says: “Calling all boys and girls to Mercury, Venus, Jupiter and all points in outer space—You, too, can be a part of the group of daring adventurers from the Space Academy who travel to mysterious lands in outer space on dangerous and exciting missions!” All you have to do is open a book!
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