I finally got around to watching the movie Capote and that sparked my interest in reading this book. I think I may have expected it to be the book version of the movie, which it definitely was not.
I'm glad I read it as it did fill in things that the movie made me curious about regarding the case, but I didn't find it that interesting.
I suppose it was well-written but it didn't strike me as being any better or worse than the average true crime book.
I ended up tossing the book since it was in bad shape and not everyone is more interested in story lines than they are in book condition.
Until one morning in mid-November of 1959, few Americans--in fact, few Kansans--had ever heard of Holcomb. Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there." If all Truman Capote did was invent a new genre--journalism written with the language and structure of literature--this "nonfiction novel" about the brutal slaying of the Clutter family by two would-be robbers would be remembered as a trail-blazing experiment that has influenced countless writers. But Capote achieved more than that. He wrote a true masterpiece of creative nonfiction.