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Shelby
Foote
Mississippi
writer Shelby Foote is counted among our finest American writers
of the twentieth century. Both his novels and his non-fiction capture
the essence of human struggle, whether the internal conflict of
a character over morality and making the right choice in the face
of temptations to the contrary, or the large scale conflagration
and devastation to our young country that we know as The Civil War.
Before
Shelby Foote penned his Civil War trilogy, twenty years and a million
and a half words in the undertaking, he had written five novels.
Years later, he completed a sixth, "September, September."
At
the age of five, Shelby Foote lost his father. His mother and aunts
raised him in Greenville, Mississippi. At thirteen, he met Walker
Percy at the Greenville Country Club. A close, lifelong friendship
was formed that endured sixty years until Percy's death in 1990.
In a few weeks, Foote will celebrate his eighty-sixth birthday from
his home in Memphis.
In
addition to the massive scholarship that makes Foote's Civil War
trilogy a modern classic, his novelist's flair for describing and
setting a scene - always within the boundaries of fact - lift the
series far above many of the other Civil War histories. Foote's
concise portraits of Davis and Lincoln remain among the most insightful
and colorful yet done.
Foote's
fiction is cleanly written, linear, self-propelled, and like the
planets orbiting around the sun in our solar system, beautiful and
fully realized in its naturalness and symmetry. In the literary
universe of Foote, the South and what it means to be Southern are
the gravitational forces around which all characters revolve.
In
"Love In A Dry Season, " bachelor and Yankee Harley Drew
arrives in Bristol, Mississippi in search of a fortune, most preferably
delivered via marriage into a wealthy family. Drew is patient, calculating,
and opportunistic.
Harley
Drew's first meeting with Major Barcroft, the father of his intended
bride Amanda, observes the tradition of asking the father for his
daughter's hand. The exchange between the usurper Drew and Old South
Barcroft resonates like the Confederacy's surrender at Appomattox:
"There remained only the formality of an interview with the
father, the drawing up of the articles of surrender, the scene in
which he would offer his hand and pledge his heart . . . ".
The premature victor Drew was ready to plunder the spoils, but was
cast away because he was unable to answer Major Barcroft's one question,
"What color are her eyes?"
Tragedy,
despair, and sexual licentiousness lurk at every corner in Bristol,
a thinly disguised Greenville. By the pen of a lesser writer, "Love
In A Dry Season" would be a potboiler, gothic, tawdry. Foote
lifts it to art by descriptive prose, and even more difficult and
rare, by insight into the motives of flawed, realistic humans.
Foote
is not graphic or uncouth. He is truthful. Here is Amanda Barcroft
on reality versus fiction: "It seemed to her that real people
just had things happen to them; that was all. They lived along as
best they could, never really comprehending . . . whereas in books
the characters actually understood - the deeper the experience,
the deeper the perception." Through his character Amanda, Foote
is telling us why his characters bare all to the reader, while seemingly
unable to perceive the results of their actions as they live in
their fictional world..
"Jordan
County," a connected series of stories, further tells the history
and happenings of Bristol. The stories range in time from the late
eighteenth century to the mid-twentieth century. Many of the characters
and connections introduced in "Love In A Dry Season" appear
vicariously through ancestors or offspring. There is an immediacy
to Foote's stories that make them appear very modern and current,
while the settings remain distant in time.
In
a letter to Walker Percy published in "The Correspondence of
Shelby Foote & Walker Percy," Foote reveals his motivation:
"Writing is the search for answers, and the answer is in the
form, the method of telling, the exploration of self, which is our
only clew to reality." If the Civil War had not occurred, Foote
would have probably invented it for his fiction as a tumultuous
stage upon which to move and expose his characters, their motivations,
and their tragic pride in being defiantly of the Old South.
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