Death of a Rebel tells the story of Charles Andrews Fenton (1919-1960), a charismatic

teacher, scholar, and writer who took his own life by jumping from the top of the Washington

Duke Hotel in Durham, North Carolina. At the time he was apparently at the peak of his career.

He had written excellent books on Hemingway and Stephen Vincent Benét, had three other

books in press, and was working on a new version of his novel about World War II

(a 1945 account won the Doubleday Twentieth Century Fox award). He had earned Guggenheim

and ACLS grants. Students flocked to his courses. He was widely regarded as the most popular

professor at Duke.

Charlie Fenton’s story is a compelling one, and takes on further meaning in the context of the times.

An individualist during the notoriously conformist 1950s, he swam against the current, defying

authority and openly inviting controversy. This jaunty refusal to accept received wisdom made

him an appealing figure to many of his students and colleagues. But it was a dangerous stance that

did not sit well with his superiors, and it cost him when his fortunes took a turn for the worse in the

spring and summer of 1960.

Love and war had a lot to do with his suicide as well. Charlie Fenton, who had come down to Duke

from Yale two years earlier with a promotion to full professor, fell in love with one of his graduate

students. His wife, outraged, left and took their son Andy with her. The scandal left him alone and a

social pariah around campus. Then he suffered one of his bouts of depression. Usually these periods

were triggered by trauma, most of it derived from his service as a tail gunner with the RAF

bomber command in the summer and fall of 1942. In the past he’d always been able to shake free

of his despondency. This time he was overcome by psychological pain deriving from loss: of wife

and family, of public admiration, of companionship, and worst of all, of self-regard.

The book recounts Fenton’s last days in vivid detail. In writing it, Donaldson had the assistance of

family members, of his devoted students, and even – at a painful distance – of the woman he fell

in love with fifty years ago. They all share an abiding sense of what might have been, and a deep

regret that he could not go on to inspire the uncounted students who would never get to know and

admire and learn from him.