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Postlude

Foxon told me late in life that he had never anticipated so long a
retirement, and in retrospect his abandonment of his research seems
premature. In particular, he decided not to continue work on an edition
of the Stationers' Register, 1710-1746, a project he had conceived before
going to Canada and to which he was uniquely suited. His proposal had
been accepted by the Bibliographical Society and some preliminary work
had been done on copying the entries onto slips, but the prospect of undertaking
another complex work of annotation and indexing was too
daunting. By the time of his retirement Foxon thought of himself as a
sick man, and, having largely given up conventional medicine, he
sought relief in osteopathy and acupuncture. There can be little doubt
that by this point he seriously underestimated his own powers, both
intellectual and physical. He believed that treatment of his hypertension
with beta-blockers on his return from America in 1975 had resulted
in severe memory loss, but, although he may have suffered some impairment,
my many scholarly conversations with him over the years convinced
me that his memory was still strong—certainly usually better
than my own. He played a very large role as a consultant in the preparation
of his Lyell lectures for the press from 1987 to 1991, recalling
in detail some of his original intentions, and in the late 1990s he still
had the capacity to conjure up events, characters, and ideas from his
early life.[29]


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For a time Foxon attended various committees of which he was a
member, including the British Academy's, and he would regularly attend
the Lyell lectures. He took pleasure in the honours he was given.
He was awarded the Bibliographical Society's gold medal in 1985 and
was delighted to be elected as Honorary Member of the Bibliographical
Society of America the following year. He continued to offer assistance
to scholars: Roger Lonsdale testifies to his helpfulness with particular
queries in relation to the New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century
Verse,
and Steven Shankman thanks him for answering detailed questions
for the Penguin edition of the Iliad (1996). But though he would
be happy to correspond with Lonsdale, a scholar he much admired, and
to chat with him if he met him in the street, he was always unwilling to
set up longer meetings. He regularly declined my suggestions that he
should meet interested Popeians, through a false sense of his declining
powers.

Inevitably Foxon's life narrowed in these circumstances. As Isabel
Fleeman remarked, `Someone who has to be in bed by eight o'clock is
not a promising dinner guest'. He was on good terms with his neighbours,
enjoyed visits to his daughter and her family, tinkered with his
stereo, read The Times every day, and was still capable of a short private
correspondence if something caught his interest in the TLS. He looked
back on his life with pleasure tinged by perplexity. He became ill early
in 2001 and died in a nursing home in London on 5 June.

Foxon's life, in spite of persistent ill health and the valetudinarian
impulses that overtook it, displays high ambition, independent intelligence,
and courage to triumph over persistent difficulties. His
achievement must be seen against the background of a British academic
establishment that valued scholarly research (Foxon always enjoyed the
respect of his superiors and his colleagues) but did little actively to
support it. The major awards that enabled him to complete his work
(the Harkness and Guggenheim Fellowships) were both American; he
worked without a research assistant; he usually paid for his research
travel and materials; and some of his most important work was carried
out during his lunch breaks. He succeeded because bibliography was
for him an exciting vocation, demanding a commitment not dissimilar
to his father's devotion to his ministry. Bibliography required that the
intellectual powers he had developed at Bletchley be dedicated to serving
a wide community of critics, historians, librarians and collectors.


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That dedication lies behind Foxon's catalogue English Verse, 17011750,
but it also marked his work at the British Museum and at Oxford.
He was always willing to approach the problems of other scholars with
the same enthusiasm he brought to his own. To him answering queries
was both a pleasure and a duty, an activity central to his scholarly role.
And he never ceased to find the work exciting, perhaps too exciting.
His curiosity was unresting, always seeking out patterns and anomalies,
and trying to reconstruct the narratives behind them.[30] Foxon's legacy
lies not only in the great resource of his catalogue and in the stories he
uncovered of Pope and Wise and their machinations, but also in the
possibility of future discoveries by the application of the same humane
curiosity and technical know-how. He modestly took the epigraph for
English Verse, 1701-1750 from Pope's Essay on Criticism:

Whoever thinks a faultless Piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

But his achievement is perhaps better reflected in the account of the
ideal critic later in the same poem, which evokes a man like Foxon:

Blest with a Taste exact, yet unconfin'd;
A Knowledge both of Books and Humankind.
 
[29]

Foxon was unable to read fiction in later life and complained to me of a decline in
his capacity for feeling. In surveying his life, he also remarked that, although he had enjoyed
his time at Kingswood School, he felt cut off from the life there, as though he had
never really understood it. It has sometimes occurred to me that Foxon displayed in mild
form some of the symptoms of Asperger's syndrome, but, whatever the nature of his
problems, his wonderful intelligence enabled him to combat them successfully, if at the
cost of a final social exhaustion.

[30]

In a letter to David L. Vander Meulen of 29 May 1980 he described himself as `a
pattern-seeking animal', adding that `it often pays off.'