"To Kill A Mockingbird" is one of my top ten favorite movies of all time.
Horton Foote, a generous, genteel American dramatist whose profound human insights were expressed with uncommon empathy for the fears of decent, small-town Americans, died Wednesday at age 92. According to several reports, Foote was in his temporary apartment in Hartford, Conn., working on a future production of one of his plays.
Foote, whose exquisite marriage of existential angst and daily detail made him America's Chekhov, died while suddenly fashionable again. He was a compulsive, and thus working, writer until his final breath, just a few days shy of his 93rd birthday.
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