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Other Voices, Other Rooms
by Truman Capote
From now on, I'll officially be recommending this book as the perfect gateway to Southern Gothic, although (unpopular opinion alert) Other Voices is not so much Southern Gothic as it is Gothic set in the South, which (unpopular opinion continued) is not the same thing. But hey, who cares, genre is a spectrum anyway.
(This would have been a killer woke joke in French.)
This is a lush postcard of the postbellum south, and lemme tell ya, it hits the spot. Capote crafts the perfect atmosphere of faded grandeur and scorching heat. Over a backdrop of conventional Gothic, he serves prose that's so heavily sensory it's absorbing. Pretty sure having to tear myself away from it released a suction sound every time. Easy for such a short book to get me so invested in the plot when it took all of three seconds for me to swear allegiance to its characters —mainly Zoo, Randolph, and the unruly Idabel (couldn't be less surprised to learn this last one was inspired by Harper Lee).
This book is a generous helping of lyrical prose on mushrooms, and by virtue of being miraculously limpid at the same time, it's deeply enjoyable. I suppose that might make it a bit too exuberant for some, but I, for one, was engrossed.
(This would have been a killer woke joke in French.)
This is a lush postcard of the postbellum south, and lemme tell ya, it hits the spot. Capote crafts the perfect atmosphere of faded grandeur and scorching heat. Over a backdrop of conventional Gothic, he serves prose that's so heavily sensory it's absorbing. Pretty sure having to tear myself away from it released a suction sound every time. Easy for such a short book to get me so invested in the plot when it took all of three seconds for me to swear allegiance to its characters —mainly Zoo, Randolph, and the unruly Idabel (couldn't be less surprised to learn this last one was inspired by Harper Lee).
This book is a generous helping of lyrical prose on mushrooms, and by virtue of being miraculously limpid at the same time, it's deeply enjoyable. I suppose that might make it a bit too exuberant for some, but I, for one, was engrossed.