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A review by dr_sleep
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
5.0
Beautifully written, harrowingly depicted.
A story that will leave its faded mark on you long after you go through it. A cluster of people, events, places, perspectives, letters, trials, theories and the overhanging thread that binds them: What does it take for someone to murder, innocent lives, in Cold Blood.
Truman (sporadically) will induce his own voice into the text, set the background and tone, and let the research he amassed unfold like a backwards burning piece of paper.
I don't promise you will find the answer here (if there is one), but it will definitely shake you to your core knowing of the thin -yet very much tangible- line of insanity we walk every single day from the moment we wake up, till the moment we tack ourselves to sleep.
‘… having dried and brushed her hair and bound it in a gauzy bandanna, she set out the clothes she intended to wear to church the next morning: nylons, black pumps, a red velveteen dress - her prettiest, which she herself had made. It was the dress in which she was to be buried.’
A story that will leave its faded mark on you long after you go through it. A cluster of people, events, places, perspectives, letters, trials, theories and the overhanging thread that binds them: What does it take for someone to murder, innocent lives, in Cold Blood.
Truman (sporadically) will induce his own voice into the text, set the background and tone, and let the research he amassed unfold like a backwards burning piece of paper.
I don't promise you will find the answer here (if there is one), but it will definitely shake you to your core knowing of the thin -yet very much tangible- line of insanity we walk every single day from the moment we wake up, till the moment we tack ourselves to sleep.
‘… having dried and brushed her hair and bound it in a gauzy bandanna, she set out the clothes she intended to wear to church the next morning: nylons, black pumps, a red velveteen dress - her prettiest, which she herself had made. It was the dress in which she was to be buried.’