Life
He was the son of James Fenimore Cooper (1858–1938) and Susan Linn (Sage) Cooper (1866–1933), a sister of State Senator Henry M. Sage (1868–1933). He was a great-grandson of the novelist James Fenimore Cooper (1789–1851) and a great-great-grandson of the founder of Cooperstown, New York, Judge William Cooper (1754–1809).
Paul Fenimore Cooper was born in Albany, New York and lived in Cooperstown. He was educated at Taft School, at Yale College and at Trinity College, Cambridge. He married Marion Erskine Cooper. Their son Paul Fenimore Cooper Jr. was a physicist and Arctic explorer and was elected a Fellow of the Society in 1954. Cooper was also distantly related to Nebraska State Representative Paul F. Clark.
Cooper's books included Tricks of Women and Other Albanian Tales (1928), a translation of folk tales; Tal: His Marvelous Adventures with Noom-Zor-Noom (1929), a children's book about an orphan and the fantastical adventures he encounters on an extraordinary trek to the land of Troom; Island of the Lost (1961), a non-fiction account of the Arctic expedition of Sir John Franklin ensconced in a biography of King William Island, the Eskimo and the people who visited him; and Dindle (1964), a children's book about a dwarf who saves a kingdom from a dragon.
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