This was sent in response to a request for commemorations by Science Fiction Chronicle in the immediate aftermath of Byron's death. I doubt it's quite what they had in mind, but like many people in the SF and comics fields, I have complex feelings about Byron. Certainly I was stunned to hear that the person who had given me my start in the field - and who was simultaneously lionized and demonized by so many - had been literally hit by a bus, out of the blue on a Saturday morning. 
                        
                    
                        I'm just heading back from Byron's funeral, and I thought I'd take a
                        stab at some of the things that probably don't make a lot of the other
                        tributes. Byron evokes complex emotions in me, as he does for so many
                        other people. We didn't always get along, but he gave me my start in
                        the field, as he did to so many other editors, writers, artists, and
                        others.
                        There have been a lot of tributes to the ways Byron changed the field
                        in the last couple of days, and he was a revolutionary in both book
                        and comics publishing. But I thought someone should address the Byron
                        so many of us who are now established in the field first knew when we
                        were neophytes:
                        He had to be the most passionate person I've ever known, able to
                        visualize what was special and exciting about EVERYTHING. I remember
                        going to lunch with Byron and another publisher, in which the
                        discussion hinged on a tired project that the whole staff was sick of
                        dealing with after years of development. By the end of the lunch I was
                        thrilled to be working on such a visionary project...and I'm still not
                        quite sure how he did it.
                        He was a tangible connection to people we'd grown up thinking about as
                        demigods, humanizing the Clarkes and Asimovs and Ellisons and many
                        many others who he was friends with (and who frequently dropped by the
                        office). Byron humanized the stars without taking away their stardom,
                        and seemed to have so much fun playing in his publishing sandbox that
                        it was impossible not to see how special and exciting working in the
                        field really is. (The moment I knew I was in the right field was the
                        first time at BPVP when Ray Bradbury called for ME...and that was
                        because of Byron.)
                        Every now and again there were moments of startling emotional
                        generosity to the most neophyte editors, and I know many of the people
                        who worked for him absorbed the importance of supporting the next
                        generation of editors, writers, and artists.
                        Byron wasn't just important for the books he created or the people he
                        touched, but also for the incredible amount of talent he fostered,
                        people who passed through BPVP and went on to make their own
                        significant contributions to the field (something he was jusifiably
                        proud of). And those contributions - and contributors - are very much a
                        living part of the field today.