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Capote

A Biography

Gerald Clarke

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Capote
A Biography
Copyright 1988 by Gerald Clarke
Afterword Copyright 2010 by Gerald Clarke
Cover art to the electronic edition copyright 2013 by RosettaBooks, LLC.

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ISBN e-Pub edition: 9780795331169

To L. A. S.

For Faith and Fortitude

I N those days people moved more slowly down there, and Arch, who did just the opposite, might almost have been taken for a Yankee. Strutting down the street on that April afternoon, pausing only long enough to raise his hat to ladies he knew, he seemed to walk faster, talk faster and think faster than anybody else in Troy, or anybody else in all of Alabama for that matter. But then Arch was a young man on his way, and the day he met Lillie Mae, like most other days, he was working on a deal that would set him on the road to riches.

They passed each other on East Three Notch Street, right in front of the Folmar Building, and Arch, who thought he knew every attractive girl in town, was stopped by the prettiest young woman he had ever seen: small, just an inch or two above five feet, with dark blond hair and eyes the color of fine bourbon whiskey. She like to have knocked me dead, he later remembered, and without hesitating a second, he turned around and followed her. When she walked into McLeods Pharmacy, he waited nervously outside, wanting to strike up a conversation but not sure, probably for the first time in his life, what to say or how to say it. He was still deliberating when she came out and solved the problem for him.

Hello there, Arch Persons, she said. Hows Bill McCorvey getting along? Now, Bill McCorvey was an old friend of Archs from Monroeville, a little farm town to the west, and Lillie Mae, who came from there, was using his name to tell Arch that she knew who he was even if he did not know who she was.

Honey, I know you, he lied. But Ive forgotten your name.

Im Lillie Mae Faulk, she answered.

After that Arch had no trouble finding things to say. He walked her back to her dormitoryshe was in her first year at the teachers college on Normal Avenueand returned after dinner to talk some more in the parlor. What they discussed has long been forgotten, but Arch, who, with his bottle-thick glasses and thinning blond hair, was not really a handsome man, must have wound his charms around her, as he did around nearly everyone else, because when he left for Colorado on one of his money-making expeditions the next day, she promised she would write.

She was as good as her word. They corresponded nearly every day, and when he came back to Alabama at the end of the summer, that road to riches still waiting to be discovered, he headed straight for Monroeville and Lillie Mae. They resumed their courtship where their letters had left off, and after a stop at the courthouse to get a license from Judge Fountain, they were married a short time later, on August 23, 1923. Arch was less than two weeks away from his twenty-sixth birthday; Lillie Mae was seventeen.

Her widowed mother had died four years before, leaving a comfortable estate for her five children, and since then all but one of them had been living with their Faulk cousins, three old maids and a bachelor brother. It was in their home on Alabama Avenue that the wedding took place. Giant ferns lined the front hallway, Mrs. Lee from next door played the piano, and a Baptist minister read the vows. The day was typical of that tropical month, so hot and steamy that men tugged at their collars, women wilted inside their heavy corsets, and everyone crowded into the dining room after the ceremony to cool off with lemonade before tasting the wedding cake. When the time came for the happy couple to leave, Mr. Wiggins, the local odd-job man, drove them forty miles to Atmore, which was the nearest stop of the Louisville and Nashville Railroad. There, in high spirits and high hopes, they boarded a train for their honeymoon on the Gulf Coast.

For Lillie Mae, however, disappointment was as near as the end of the ride. Short of funds, as was usually the case, Arch passed up the grand, white-shingled hotels that dotted the Gulf and took her instead to a rooming house near Gulfport, Mississippi, whose owner, an old business acquaintance, offered him a discount. They spent a week or so there and then moved on to New Orleans, where they had a few more days before there was an even greater disappointment: Arch ran out of money and their honeymoon skidded to a halt.

While he stayed behind to try to raise some cash, he put Lillie Mae back aboard a train and sent her home to Monroeville, calling ahead to her guardian, her cousin Jennie Faulk, to pick her up in Atmore. He did not let on to Jennie, who was famous for her fierce temper, that he was broke. His story was that he was working on a big deal that required him to travel and he did not want to leave an unsophisticated girl like Lillie Mae alone in a strange city. If Jennie, who was as shrewd as she was suspicious, did not guess the truth then, she soon learned it from Lillie Mae, and when Arch came to reclaim his bride, four or five weeks later, Jennie informed him that he was no longer welcome in her house. Get out and dont ever darken my door again! she screamed. Dont even put your foot in my yard! Only after he had spent the night in the Purafore Hotel did she relent and allow him to join his wife in her old back bedroom.

Mortified by the abrupt conclusion of her honeymoon, Lillie Mae was even more chagrined when Arch eventually did show up. One of the reasons she had married him was to get away from her quarrelsome, meddlesome cousins. But here she was, married, yet still living with them, as if there had been no wedding at all. He seemed to assume that it was only right and natural that Jennie take care of him too.

He was obviously not the man he had led Lillie Mae to believe he was, and many people in town who had seen him come and go over the years, breezing into town in an expensive LaSalle or Packard Phaeton when he had money, sponging off his friends when he was strapped, knew it and secretly delighted in her misfortune. Everyone conceded that she was a fine-looking young woman, perhaps the most fetching girl Monroe County had produced in a generation. What people objected to was the fact that she made no secret that she shared their high opinion. She had thrown over one perfectly nice local boy to marry Arch, and she had made it abundantly clear that she did not plan to spend the rest of her days in Monroeville, baking cakes for the Baptist missionary circle. Her eyes were fixed on distant horizons, on New Orleans, St. Louis, even New York City. Yet the sweet but cruel fact was that with all of her airs, here she was, back in town almost before her bridal bouquet had had time to wither. Her fall from pride had come more swiftly than anyone had dared to hope, and her misjudgment was much talked about that fall and winter. People in Monroeville thought that Arch was a slick operator and that it was a sad, sad day that my sister married him, said her brother Seabon. They felt that she should have known better.

No one believed that more firmly than Lillie Mae herself. She was too young and too resilient, with far too much spirit, to mope around the house for very long, however. Since Arch could not take care of her, she made plans to take care of herself. Rather than go back to college, she chose a more practical course, enrolling in a business school in Selma. It was there, during an exercise class in the winter of 1924, that she fainted and in that rude way learned that she was pregnant. It was not a happy discovery, given the apparent hopelessness of her marriage, and the prospect of bearing Archs child must have seemed like a sentence to prison, something that would make her mistake in marrying him permanent and irrevocable. Although Arch by this time had found a job with a steamship company in New Orleans, Lillie Mae was not convinced that he had reformed, and without telling him her news, she abandoned her classes and returned once again to Monroeville, determined to have an abortion. That was not an easy thing to do in 1924, and she very likely asked Jennie for help. And Jennie almost certainly said no, commanding the prospective father to come and retrieve his pregnant wife.