Author/Historian Shelby Foote Is Dead At 88

[doug65oh]

By WOODY BAIRD, Associated Press Writer

MEMPHIS, Tenn. - Novelist and historian Shelby Foote, whose Southern storyteller's touch inspired millions to reads his multivolume work on the Civil War, has died. He was 88.

Foote died Monday night, his widow, Gwyn, said Tuesday.

Foote, a Mississippi native and longtime Memphis resident, wrote six novels but is best remembered for his three-volume, 3,000-page history of the Civil War and his appearance on the PBS series "The Civil War."

He worked on the book for 20 years, using a flowing, narrative style that enabled readers to enjoy it like a historical novel.

"I can't conceive of writing it any other way," Foote once said. "Narrative history is the kind that comes closest to telling the truth. You can never get to the truth, but that's your goal."

That work landed Foote a leading role on Ken Burns' 11-hour Civil War documentary, first shown on the Public Broadcasting Service in 1990.

Foote's soft drawl and gentlemanly manner on the Burns film made him an instant celebrity, a role with which he was unaccustomed and, apparently, somewhat uncomfortable.

Foote attended the University of North Carolina for two years and served in World War II, though he never saw combat.

Foote's first novel, "Tournament," was started before the war and published in 1949. Then came "Follow Me Down" in 1950, "Love in a Dry Season" in 1951, "Shiloh" in 1952 and "Jordan County" in 1954.

That same year, Random House asked him to write a one-volume history of the Civil War. He took the job, but it grew into a three-volume project finally finished in 1974.

In 1999, the Modern Library ranked Foote's "The Civil War: A Narrative" as No. 15 on its list of the century's 100 best English-language works of nonfiction.

Reading, he said, was as much a part of his work as writing.

After finishing his sixth novel, "September, September," in 1978, he took off three years to read.

Though hardly a recluse, Foote had long been known around Memphis as having little interest in parties and public gatherings. And he was often outspoken about his likes and dislikes.

"Most people, if the truth be told, are gigantic bores," he once said. "There's no need to subject yourself to that kind of thing."

Invited to speak in 1995 at a conference on tourism in Greenville, Miss., Foote advised his audience to take care in holding on to their hometown ways.

"I never enjoyed the company of tourists," he said. "I do not go where they go, and I do not want them coming where I am."

Foote was born Nov. 7, 1916, in Greenville, a small Delta town with a literary bent. Walker Percy was a boyhood and lifelong friend, and Foote, as a young man, served as a "jackleg reporter" for Hodding Carter on The Delta Star. As a young man, he would also get to know William Faulkner.

During World War II, he was an Army captain of artillery until he lost his commission for using a military vehicle without authorization to visit a female friend and was discharged from the Army. He joined the Marines and was still stateside when the war ended.

"The Marines had a great time with me," he said. "They said if you used to be a captain, you might make a pretty good Marine."

He tried journalism again after World War II, signing on briefly with The Associated Press in its New York bureau.

"I think journalism is a good experience, having to turn in copy against deadline and everything else, but I don't think one should stay in it too long if what he wants to be is a serious writer," Foote said in a 1990 interview.

Early in his career, Foote took up the habit of writing by hand with an old-fashioned dipped pen, and he continued that practice throughout his life.

He kept bound volumes of his manuscripts, all written in a flowing hand, on a bookshelf in a homey bedroom-study overlooking a small garden at his Memphis residence.

Though facing a busy city street, the two-story house was almost hidden from view by trees and shrubs.

"If I were a wealthy man, I'd have someone on that gate," he said.

Foote said writing by hand helped him slow down to a manageable pace and was more personal that using a typewriter, though he often prepared a typed copy of his day's writing after it was finished.

Married three times, Foote has a daughter, Margaret Shelby, and a son, Huger Lee. He and Gwyn married in 1956, three years after he moved to Memphis.
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[Angel]

My word, I cannot believe he was 88! He certainly didn't look it. I'm very sorry to hear that he's gone. I'm a great fan. I read all his books and became very interested in the Civil War. When my boys were younger we used to attend the reinactments at Gettysburg because we live so close. I had the hoop skirt, bonnet, dress, shawl, parasol, etc. and my boys were dressed as cavalry. We had such good times.

[doug65oh]

I know what you mean, Angel. He was one of only a few "ageless" folks I've ever seen. I own his narrative of the Civil War myself, but have never for the life of me been able to get thru more than a few hundred pages of the first volume!

To hear him though - I think I could listen to the old feller for years and never tire. The first thing I thought of when I read the obit was that section right near the very end of the series, where Foote read from an old veteran's memoir behind black and white films of those grizzled old men: "Did it not seem real? Was it not just as in the old days?"

Then were Stonewall's last words: "Let us cross over the river, and rest in the shade of the trees..." And so he has... May the old feller rest in peace.

[Haulover]

i've been wondering when he was going to die--knowing he was pushing 90. i taped his interview on Booknotes from 92/93 -- and still have it. --and distinctly remember him saying he was 77.

i don't know why i've resisted his novels, but i've read the war three times.

[Kat]

They say they go in 3's.
He went with Tigger and Piglet!

[doug65oh]

Ayup... I had missed that news til just this morning. John Fiedler, bless his soul, was another seemingly ageless person. (He looked exactly the same in the New York Times photo from 1981 as he did in 12 Angry Men 25 years earlier!)