Local Color

by Truman Capote

HAZIRLANIYOR

Genres: American, Travel, Fiction

Paperback

First published January 1, 1991

About the author

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Truman Capote was an American writer whose non-fiction, stories, novels and plays are recognised literary classics, including the novella Breakfast at Tiffany's (1958) and In Cold Blood (1965), which he labeled a "non-fiction novel." At least 20 films and TV dramas have been produced from Capote novels, stories and screenplays.

He was born as Truman Streckfus Persons to a salesman Archulus Persons and young Lillie Mae. His parents divorced when he was four and he went to live with his mother's relatives in Monroeville, Alabama. He was a lonely child who learned to read and write by himself before entering school. In 1933, he moved to New York City to live with his mother and her new husband, Joseph Capote, a Cuban-born businessman. Mr. Capote adopted Truman, legally changing his last name to Capote and enrolling him in private school. After graduating from high school in 1942, Truman Capote began his regular job as a copy boy at The New Yorker. During this time, he also began his career as a writer, publishing many short stories which introduced him into a circle of literary critics. His first novel, Other Voices, Other Rooms, published in 1948, stayed on The New York Times bestseller list for nine weeks and became controversial because of the photograph of Capote used to promote the novel, posing seductively and gazing into the camera.

In the 1950s and 1960s, Capote remained prolific producing both fiction and non-fiction. His masterpiece, In Cold Blood, a story about the murder of the Clutter family in Holcomb, Kansas, was published in 1966 in book form by Random House, became a worldwide success and brought Capote much praise from the literary community. After this success he published rarely and suffered from alcohol addiction. He died in 1984 at age 59.

Reviews

[Aurora · Rating 5 out of 5]

[New York] È un mito, la città, le stanze e le finestre, le strade che sputano vapore; per ognuno, per tutti, un mito diverso, testa d'idolo dagli occhi di semaforo che ammiccano verde tenero, rosso cinico. Questa isola che galleggia su acqua di fiume come un iceberg di brillanti, chiamatela New York, chiamatela come vi pare; il nome non ha importanza poichè, venendo dalla più greve realtà dell'altrove, si è solo in cerca di una città, di un luogo dove nascondersi, dove perdersi o ritrovarsi, dove fare un sogno in cui si abbia la prova che forse, dopo tutto, non si è un brutto anatroccolo, ma si è meravigliosi, degni di amore, come si pensava seduti sugli scalini d'ingresso, mentre passavano le Ford, come si pensava progettando la ricerca di una città.


La penna di Truman Capote è uno stiletto - “in ogni caso, è indice di una miglior natura essere inconsciamente volgari che consciamente virtuosi.”