Sep 11, 12
Read from September 02 to 11, 2012
The essays in this compilation were uneven, ranging from the brilliant portraits of friends and acquaintances (including the author himself) in the third part, to a middling effort at a suspenseful "non-fiction narrative" in the middle portion (ironic given how amazing In Cold Blood is). I was most mystified by the fact that Capote explicitly laid out in the preface the difficulty he had maintaining an objective tone about things, suggesting his prose held more power when he inserted himself into it. While I certainly loved his first-person contributions to the latter half of this book, the only essay I found myself personally invested in within the book's first part was the one he kept himself out of. To each his own, I suppose!