Dear Professor Howlett; I never knew you, I never even met you; but my heart aches for you; your family, this awful tragedy; but I believe that there is a master plan; that the wheels of this universe do not turn with absolute randomness. If there be a higher power, or some greater order to existence; we must trust in its plan. You seem to have been such a wonderful person, evidenced by the outpouring of support and love that has been shown on the Northeastern University campus. For those whose lives are affected by your passing; I have a sincere wish for their finding peace; and my wish for you to be at rest now. Goodbye Professor. Be at peace.
I graduated from Northeastern University in 1991. Kathy Howlett was TRULY a fabulous professor! I took many of her classes as soon as I saw them listed and never missed a session once I was in. Kathy was captivating, warm, interesting, intelligent and fun. She made you feel special, although she had many students and classes- she always took an interest and had a moment to share herself with you. She is the only professor who stands out in my mind and that I will always remember. This is a tragic loss for her family and Northeastern University.... Nicole (Weingarden) Eisenberg '91
I took "The Rise of the Novel" with Professor Howlett as my senior capstone in 2004. It was one of the most exciting and eye-opening classes I ever took at NU. She was truly an inspiration. Hillary Raque '04
I first met Professor Howlett while taking her Shakespeare class in the summer. She was a vibrant and excellent woman, with so much passion for the subject, you couldnt help but learn from her. She was a kind and tender-hearted woman, and one of the best professor's I've had at Northeastern. She brought a joy into the class that I've never seen before, and she always took time to tend to every student. She was a wonderful professor and a kind person, and she will be greatly missed @ NU. God bless her family at this time of sorrow. Prof. Howlett will always be remembered.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the announcement of Professor Howlett's passing. I send heartfelt condolences to her family and to all her colleagues and friends. I was Kathy's student as an undergraduate and a graduate student, studying jacobean drama, Shakespeare, and the novels of Jane Austen with her. I will always remember Kathy for her feminist consciousness--she brought a unique and empowering perspective to her work on 17th and 19th century texts. She also spoke with me about her life as a woman and wife, mentoring me as I considered my own balance of career with home. She was candid, kind, and a strong model to follow. My thoughts and prayers are with Kathy's family... Elizabeth Swanson Goldberg
My first English class at Northeastern University was Shakespeare's Tragedies with Professor Howlett. It was a class that I will never forget. Listening to Kathy speak, I wondered "What am I doing here??? I am cut out for this?" Here was a beautiful, articulate, incredibly intelligent woman- could ever measure up to her expectations? But I applied myself, and the class proved to be a challenge that I succeeded in. Now, in my last semester at NU, I was looking forward to meeting that challenge once again as her student in my senior seminar class. Professor Howlett was to be the bookends of my time as an English major, and I am sorry that such a tragedy prevented this from coming to be. She was a professor that left a mark on each of her students, and is not to be forgotten.
I have taken two classes with professor Howlett. Each class her enthusiasm grew and her passion for literature was contagious. When meeting with her to discuss paper topics, she was also excited about my ideas and guided me through any limitations that i felt i had. The memory that i feel defines her place at the university was when i bumped into her this past December, right before break. She was genuinely excited to see me and asked how i was. She then mentioned a paper i wrote almost a year ago for the rise of the novel. She made note that "I never forget a good paper". I was so delighted that a professor made me feel as though i made a potential impact on them. The truth was, she was the real impact. I feel honored to have had a piece of her in my education. My heart reaches out to her family, friends, colleagues, and former students. It was truly a pleasure.
I graduated in 2004 and was fortuned to have taken a few of Professor Howlett’s classes including my junior/senior seminar class. In this class, Professor Howlett pushed me to explore the unconventional and taught me that although my views contradicted with those of critics, it did not mean they were wrong, yet original. It was then that I understood the meaning of a great professor. Professor Howlett truly inspired me through her passion and love for literature. She was full of life and exuberated positive energy in every class she taught. It was clear to all who knew and worked with her, that her place was in the classroom. She was a wonderful professor who will be greatly missed. My condolences to her family, friends, colleagues and students. Danielle Fiori
Professor Howlett was, simply put, a great professor. She was genuinely enthusiastic and passionate, and she was so challenging but also so encouraging and rewarding that her students could not help but strive for excellence. More than that, her doors were always open and she was always more than willing to help and offer guidance or just friendly conversation. My deepest condolences go out to her family and friends, and anyone else who was close to such a wonderful person. -Justin Shaheen
I never really cared for Shakespeare. I took the class because I had to. But after being in Professor Howlett's class, I couldn't help but appreciate the significance of his work. All credit goes to Professor Howlett. Her passion, enthusiasm, and articulation made me want to come to class. As I teach Shakespeare to 7th graders, I pray I can do 1/4 for them what she did for me and so many others.
Professor Howlett was a wonderful teacher and mentor. She gave of her time, wisdom, and practical advice, and helped us negotiate the politics of scholarship and the profession. She made studying Shakespeare not only palatable but joyful, even to those of us who found our tastes rooted firmly in the contemporary. My deepest sympathies to her family, friends, and colleagues.
Professor Howlett was a wonderful professor, advisor, and mentor. I was lucky enough to learn from her as an undergrad and a graduate student, and she instilled in me a love for Shakespeare, cinema, learning and teaching. I'll always remember visits to her office from which I invariably departed with sage advice. My deepest sympathies to family, friends, and colleagues.
I have known Kathy for many years. Her dedication to her scholarship and her students is unmatched. It is tragic that Kathy will not enjoy what should have been a much longer time with her son and her husband. She had many more contributions to make to her family and to academic community. She has had the rare opportunity to live the life and career she dreamed of from her earliest adult years.
Kathy Howlett made me laugh, made me think, intimidated me and nurtured me. Her laugh was irrepressible and I am so grateful to have had her in my life. My first class with her was shear luck. I had no idea who she was, but as soon as I took it, I followed her for the rest of my NU career. When I left NU, she helped me get into film school, and wrote extraordinarily glowing recommendations for me. If it were not for her influence in my life, I would be missing something profound. She will be missed, but, 'lo, did she make one heck of a difference. The love she created, shared and received were greater than her mortality. She will be in my heart and mind forever. I only wish she knew this herself (in fact, the only reason why I know of her death is due to the fact that I was seeking out her email address to tell her all of this, directly). Love to you, Kathy. There are more things in heaven and earth....
Professor Howlett brought insight and enthusiasm to her classes. She was an amazing woman. I will not forget her. I wish her young son and family my deepest sympathy.
I had the privilege of speaking at Northeastern's memorial service for Kathy. The following is what I said on behalf of all the graduate students who knew her:
At Kathy’s funeral service, it was an honor and a pleasure to be able to hear her family and neighbors speak about her many crusades – whether it was on behalf of the residents of Sharon or stray animals everywhere. Her relationship with the graduate student body was no exception to this trend. Kathy continually thought of graduate students, oftentimes when no one else did, and not out of pity or patronage, but out of empathy. I always felt that she deeply and personally understood my experience as a doctoral student.
And this understanding manifested itself in many ways. I never once, for example, saw Kathy come back to Holmes Hall from an event without some kind of leftover food or drink, hoping to find hungry graduate students in their offices. She would offer free theater tickets to her students, fostering a general love of not only drama but of the rich cultural scene in Boston. She also had a similar verve, as many of you know, for film, always getting students excited about projects in her classes that might combine literary and cinema studies, and giving them the precious freedom to pursue their own academic interests.
The Rise of the Novel course that I took with her during my second year at Northeastern was one of if not the best graduate course I’ve ever taken because Kathy treated us as colleagues, as budding professionals, and she really taught us all how to research a seminar paper thoroughly and with a savviness that will stay with me throughout my career.
I also had the rare privilege of working with Kathy as a TA for her portion of a Humanities Through Film course. When bureaucracy and red tape began to create problems for me, she immediately made it her crusade, her personal mission to ensure that I received compensation for my work. She was someone I looked up to, someone whose company I enjoyed, and someone I could always rely on to go to bat for me.
I can talk about Kathy’s professional contributions endlessly, but at the end of the day what made her stand out as a teacher, a mentor, and a scholar, was the brilliance and the warmth that she brought to the English department.
A fellow graduate student wrote to me this past week with the following words:
Whenever Professor Howlett passed me in the hallway, she smiled and asked how I was doing. I never took a class with her. I didn't share any committee work with her. We didn't have much to talk about. And yet she would actually stop in the hallway and wait for a response, instead of the more popular look-down-and-pretend-I-didn't-see-you mode. I think we could all learn a lot from that attitude. Our department would be much better for it.
No matter how crazy her schedule became, no matter how much she had on her own plate, Kathy always took the time and that bit of extra effort that made everyone around her feel at home, at ease, and part of an intellectual community. And with a laugh that words cannot possibly capture, she also knew how to appreciate a good joke, whether it be a bawdy Shakespearean innuendo or an anecdote about a rowdy student or famous director she’d met once.
She also showed me that regardless of how much she had to get done that day and regardless of how little time she had in between classes, there still can be time for a personal life and loved ones; in a single conversation in her office we would talk about adapting seminar papers for submission to journals, Kenneth Brannagh’s latest career move, and her son Zachary, who I had never met but heard so much about; I instantly knew when Kathy first mentioned him, even though it was in the context of him giving her a terrible cold, that she cherished him.
All these amazing and wonderful things allow Kathy’s memory to forever remind me that there should always be an intrinsic joy in what we do, because that joy she was never without.
I read this poem at Kathy's memorial service at Northeastern on February 27, 2009. I think it sums up her impact on everyone around her.
There are stars There are stars whose radiance is visible on earth though they have long been extinct. There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world even though they are no longer among the living. These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark. They light the way for humankind. Hannah Szenes
I graduated with a B.A. in English from NU in 1994, and I had the privilege of taking the British Lit I survey class with Professor Howlett. I was extremely shocked and saddened to learn about her passing -- I remember her as a young, vibrant woman with a passion for literature and a warm enthusiasm for her students. My heart and prayers go out to her family. She will be sadly missed, and fondly remembered.
Her neighbors and friends find that with the passing of time, the raw pain of her death subsides only to be replaced by a yearning of shared times lost. We miss our friend who will remain in our hearts.
It has taken me a long time to post something about Kathy; like others, I was deeply shocked and saddened at her premature, sudden death now almost a year ago. I knew her many years ago at Northeastern, when she was a young scholar just completing her Ph.D. She had a sunny, charming disposition, with a seemingly endless supply of energy and a great gift for laughter. I recall once laughing with her over Christopher Smart's poem, "My Cat, Geoffrey"--she loved cats and poetry. I also recall that she nursed her mother through her final illness, and wept when she spoke of it. She was tender-hearted, brilliant, very sweet--and a tenacious, determined scholar. She brought Actors from the London Stage to Northeastern, and we were able to bring them into our classes for readings and talks--it was wonderful! I learned a good deal from her, though I did not realize it at the time. Hard still to believe that, like a puff of wind, she is now in some elusive elsewhere--hopefully happy and working on the things that most matter. She made a difference while she was here, and I am grateful for having known her. Thank you, Kathy, just for being you.
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I just learned of Professor Howlett's loss and I am heartbroken. I graduated in 1992 and was lucky enough to take one of her classes before I left. She was an incredible teacher, and whenever I have to get up in front of a group I think of her. Thank you, Kathy, for what you gave to Northeastern.
Dear Professor Howlett;
ReplyDeleteI never knew you, I never even met you; but my heart aches for you; your family, this awful tragedy; but I believe that there is a master plan; that the wheels of this universe do not turn with absolute randomness. If there be a higher power, or some greater order to existence; we must trust in its plan. You seem to have been such a wonderful person, evidenced by the outpouring of support and love that has been shown on the Northeastern University campus. For those whose lives are affected by your passing; I have a sincere wish for their finding peace; and my wish for you to be at rest now. Goodbye Professor. Be at peace.
I graduated from Northeastern University in 1991. Kathy Howlett was TRULY a fabulous professor! I took many of her classes as soon as I saw them listed and never missed a session once I was in. Kathy was captivating, warm, interesting, intelligent and fun. She made you feel special, although she had many students and classes- she always took an interest and had a moment to share herself with you. She is the only professor who stands out in my mind and that I will always remember. This is a tragic loss for her family and Northeastern University.... Nicole (Weingarden) Eisenberg '91
ReplyDeleteI took "The Rise of the Novel" with Professor Howlett as my senior capstone in 2004. It was one of the most exciting and eye-opening classes I ever took at NU. She was truly an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteHillary Raque '04
I first met Professor Howlett while taking her Shakespeare class in the summer. She was a vibrant and excellent woman, with so much passion for the subject, you couldnt help but learn from her. She was a kind and tender-hearted woman, and one of the best professor's I've had at Northeastern. She brought a joy into the class that I've never seen before, and she always took time to tend to every student. She was a wonderful professor and a kind person, and she will be greatly missed @ NU. God bless her family at this time of sorrow. Prof. Howlett will always be remembered.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the announcement of Professor Howlett's passing. I send heartfelt condolences to her family and to all her colleagues and friends. I was Kathy's student as an undergraduate and a graduate student, studying jacobean drama, Shakespeare, and the novels of Jane Austen with her. I will always remember Kathy for her feminist consciousness--she brought a unique and empowering perspective to her work on 17th and 19th century texts. She also spoke with me about her life as a woman and wife, mentoring me as I considered my own balance of career with home. She was candid, kind, and a strong model to follow. My thoughts and prayers are with Kathy's family...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth Swanson Goldberg
My first English class at Northeastern University was Shakespeare's Tragedies with Professor Howlett. It was a class that I will never forget. Listening to Kathy speak, I wondered "What am I doing here??? I am cut out for this?" Here was a beautiful, articulate, incredibly intelligent woman- could ever measure up to her expectations? But I applied myself, and the class proved to be a challenge that I succeeded in. Now, in my last semester at NU, I was looking forward to meeting that challenge once again as her student in my senior seminar class. Professor Howlett was to be the bookends of my time as an English major, and I am sorry that such a tragedy prevented this from coming to be. She was a professor that left a mark on each of her students, and is not to be forgotten.
ReplyDeleteI have taken two classes with professor Howlett. Each class her enthusiasm grew and her passion for literature was contagious. When meeting with her to discuss paper topics, she was also excited about my ideas and guided me through any limitations that i felt i had. The memory that i feel defines her place at the university was when i bumped into her this past December, right before break. She was genuinely excited to see me and asked how i was. She then mentioned a paper i wrote almost a year ago for the rise of the novel. She made note that "I never forget a good paper". I was so delighted that a professor made me feel as though i made a potential impact on them. The truth was, she was the real impact. I feel honored to have had a piece of her in my education. My heart reaches out to her family, friends, colleagues, and former students. It was truly a pleasure.
ReplyDeleteI graduated in 2004 and was fortuned to have taken a few of Professor Howlett’s classes including my junior/senior seminar class. In this class, Professor Howlett pushed me to explore the unconventional and taught me that although my views contradicted with those of critics, it did not mean they were wrong, yet original. It was then that I understood the meaning of a great professor. Professor Howlett truly inspired me through her passion and love for literature. She was full of life and exuberated positive energy in every class she taught. It was clear to all who knew and worked with her, that her place was in the classroom. She was a wonderful professor who will be greatly missed. My condolences to her family, friends, colleagues and students.
ReplyDeleteDanielle Fiori
Kathy was a beautiful person, loved by fellow
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short.
Professor Howlett was, simply put, a great professor. She was genuinely enthusiastic and passionate, and she was so challenging but also so encouraging and rewarding that her students could not help but strive for excellence. More than that, her doors were always open and she was always more than willing to help and offer guidance or just friendly conversation. My deepest condolences go out to her family and friends, and anyone else who was close to such a wonderful person.
ReplyDelete-Justin Shaheen
I never really cared for Shakespeare. I took the class because I had to. But after being in Professor Howlett's class, I couldn't help but appreciate the significance of his work. All credit goes to Professor Howlett. Her passion, enthusiasm, and articulation made me want to come to class. As I teach Shakespeare to 7th graders, I pray I can do 1/4 for them what she did for me and so many others.
ReplyDeleteProfessor Howlett was a wonderful teacher and mentor. She gave of her time, wisdom, and practical advice, and helped us negotiate the politics of scholarship and the profession. She made studying Shakespeare not only palatable but joyful, even to those of us who found our tastes rooted firmly in the contemporary. My deepest sympathies to her family, friends, and colleagues.
ReplyDeleteProfessor Howlett was a wonderful professor, advisor, and mentor. I was lucky enough to learn from her as an undergrad and a graduate student, and she instilled in me a love for Shakespeare, cinema, learning and teaching. I'll always remember visits to her office from which I invariably departed with sage advice. My deepest sympathies to family, friends, and colleagues.
ReplyDeleteI never had her as a professor but heard many great things from friends who had. Condolences to her family and friends.
ReplyDeleteI have known Kathy for many years. Her dedication to her scholarship and her students is unmatched. It is tragic that Kathy will not enjoy what should have been a much longer time with her son and her husband. She had many more contributions to make to her family and to academic community. She has had the rare opportunity to live the life and career she dreamed of from her earliest adult years.
ReplyDeleteKathy Howlett made me laugh, made me think, intimidated me and nurtured me. Her laugh was irrepressible and I am so grateful to have had her in my life. My first class with her was shear luck. I had no idea who she was, but as soon as I took it, I followed her for the rest of my NU career. When I left NU, she helped me get into film school, and wrote extraordinarily glowing recommendations for me. If it were not for her influence in my life, I would be missing something profound. She will be missed, but, 'lo, did she make one heck of a difference. The love she created, shared and received were greater than her mortality. She will be in my heart and mind forever. I only wish she knew this herself (in fact, the only reason why I know of her death is due to the fact that I was seeking out her email address to tell her all of this, directly). Love to you, Kathy. There are more things in heaven and earth....
ReplyDeleteProfessor Howlett brought insight and enthusiasm to her classes. She was an amazing woman. I will not forget her. I wish her young son and family my deepest sympathy.
ReplyDeleteShe's the reason I love Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteI had the privilege of speaking at Northeastern's memorial service for Kathy. The following is what I said on behalf of all the graduate students who knew her:
ReplyDeleteAt Kathy’s funeral service, it was an honor and a pleasure to be able to hear her family and neighbors speak about her many crusades – whether it was on behalf of the residents of Sharon or stray animals everywhere. Her relationship with the graduate student body was no exception to this trend. Kathy continually thought of graduate students, oftentimes when no one else did, and not out of pity or patronage, but out of empathy. I always felt that she deeply and personally understood my experience as a doctoral student.
And this understanding manifested itself in many ways. I never once, for example, saw Kathy come back to Holmes Hall from an event without some kind of leftover food or drink, hoping to find hungry graduate students in their offices. She would offer free theater tickets to her students, fostering a general love of not only drama but of the rich cultural scene in Boston. She also had a similar verve, as many of you know, for film, always getting students excited about projects in her classes that might combine literary and cinema studies, and giving them the precious freedom to pursue their own academic interests.
The Rise of the Novel course that I took with her during my second year at Northeastern was one of if not the best graduate course I’ve ever taken because Kathy treated us as colleagues, as budding professionals, and she really taught us all how to research a seminar paper thoroughly and with a savviness that will stay with me throughout my career.
I also had the rare privilege of working with Kathy as a TA for her portion of a Humanities Through Film course. When bureaucracy and red tape began to create problems for me, she immediately made it her crusade, her personal mission to ensure that I received compensation for my work. She was someone I looked up to, someone whose company I enjoyed, and someone I could always rely on to go to bat for me.
I can talk about Kathy’s professional contributions endlessly, but at the end of the day what made her stand out as a teacher, a mentor, and a scholar, was the brilliance and the warmth that she brought to the English department.
A fellow graduate student wrote to me this past week with the following words:
Whenever Professor Howlett passed me in the hallway, she smiled and asked how I was doing. I never took a class with her. I didn't share any committee work with her. We didn't have much to talk about. And yet she would actually stop in the hallway and wait for a response, instead of the more popular look-down-and-pretend-I-didn't-see-you mode. I think we could all learn a lot from that attitude. Our department would be much better for it.
No matter how crazy her schedule became, no matter how much she had on her own plate, Kathy always took the time and that bit of extra effort that made everyone around her feel at home, at ease, and part of an intellectual community. And with a laugh that words cannot possibly capture, she also knew how to appreciate a good joke, whether it be a bawdy Shakespearean innuendo or an anecdote about a rowdy student or famous director she’d met once.
She also showed me that regardless of how much she had to get done that day and regardless of how little time she had in between classes, there still can be time for a personal life and loved ones; in a single conversation in her office we would talk about adapting seminar papers for submission to journals, Kenneth Brannagh’s latest career move, and her son Zachary, who I had never met but heard so much about; I instantly knew when Kathy first mentioned him, even though it was in the context of him giving her a terrible cold, that she cherished him.
All these amazing and wonderful things allow Kathy’s memory to forever remind me that there should always be an intrinsic joy in what we do, because that joy she was never without.
I read this poem at Kathy's memorial service at Northeastern on February 27, 2009. I think it sums up her impact on everyone around her.
ReplyDeleteThere are stars
There are stars whose radiance is visible on earth though they have long been extinct.
There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world even though they are no longer among the living.
These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark.
They light the way for humankind.
Hannah Szenes
I graduated with a B.A. in English from NU in 1994, and I had the privilege of taking the British Lit I survey class with Professor Howlett. I was extremely shocked and saddened to learn about her passing -- I remember her as a young, vibrant woman with a passion for literature and a warm enthusiasm for her students. My heart and prayers go out to her family. She will be sadly missed, and fondly remembered.
ReplyDeleteHer neighbors and friends find that with the passing of time, the raw pain of her death subsides only to be replaced by a yearning of shared times lost. We miss our friend who will remain in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteIt has taken me a long time to post something about Kathy; like others, I was deeply shocked and saddened at her premature, sudden death now almost a year ago. I knew her many years ago at Northeastern, when she was a young scholar just completing her Ph.D. She had a sunny, charming disposition, with a seemingly endless supply of energy and a great gift for laughter. I recall once laughing with her over Christopher Smart's poem, "My Cat, Geoffrey"--she loved cats and poetry. I also recall that she nursed her mother through her final illness, and wept when she spoke of it. She was tender-hearted, brilliant, very sweet--and a tenacious, determined scholar. She brought Actors from the London Stage to Northeastern, and we were able to bring them into our classes for readings and talks--it was wonderful! I learned a good deal from her, though I did not realize it at the time. Hard still to believe that, like a puff of wind, she is now in some elusive elsewhere--hopefully happy and working on the things that most matter. She made a difference while she was here, and I am grateful for having known her. Thank you, Kathy, just for being you.
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I just learned of Professor Howlett's loss and I am heartbroken. I graduated in 1992 and was lucky enough to take one of her classes before I left. She was an incredible teacher, and whenever I have to get up in front of a group I think of her. Thank you, Kathy, for what you gave to Northeastern.
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