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Showing posts with label Shelby Foote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shelby Foote. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2014

GREG ILES Giveaway! Sharing my book!

Tomorrow will be somebody's lucky day.

I have an "extra" ARC (Advanced Reader's Copy- Thank you to the publisher, William Morrow) of NATCHEZ BURNING. Greg Iles's new book is a big, bold page-turner. 

I won't even tell you how many pages, but I will say I was never a bit bored. 



Coming to everybody, everywhere at the end of April. 
But I'm willing to pass this copy to one lucky winner. Only a couple of my underlinings and I'm pretty sure I removed all my stickie notes.

Let's do this quickly, folks.
Leave a comment, here or on Facebook. Or answer my Tweet.
I'll draw a winner on MONDAY MORNING, April 14.
That's tomorrow.

You know you want to say you read it first, right?
Leave me a way to get in touch, or check back on my blog and Facebook post tomorrow. If the winner isn't readily available, I'll go on to the next. 
(I want to mail this ASAP.)


Food for thought this morning, a Shelby Foote quote, spoken by Dr. Cage (p. 310):

"Old Shelby said something interesting about facts: 'People make a grievous error thinking that a list of facts is the truth. Facts are just the bare bones out of which truth is made.'"


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Horton Foote

When Shelby Foote narrated the PBS series about the Civil War, in the way of all Southerners, my mother claimed he was our cousin, many times removed. "From the Footes in Hattiesburg," she said, "who were distant cousins of the Turners..."
And Shelby Foote is Horton Foote's third cousin, many times removed.
We call that Kissin' Kin. (Or wishful thinking.)

But it didn't take a family relationship to make me love Horton Foote's work. His recent death has brought accolades that point to the quiet virtues of his plays. Most everybody has seen and loved his adaptation of "To Kill a Mockingbird" and maybe even the screenplay of "Tender Mercies" or "The Trip to Bountiful." But when Foote died, at age 92, he was still creating.

I loved this weekend's Terry Teachout piece about Horton Foote, "Poet of the Ordinary," in Saturday's Wall Street Journal.