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Incredible novel, unabashedly awful nonfiction. Within the first 10 minutes of the book, you're startled to learn that the author has the ability know real people's innermost thoughts and feelings as well as to describe events as they happened with no first hand accounts. Not only that, Capote has also decided to completely fabricate and rewrite history to better suit his "nonfiction" book, such as coming up with an end scene that never occurred.
This book is in a weird middle ground; it's appealing because supposedly it's grounded in reality, based on a tragic event that happened to some of the best America had to offer. You listen to the boring segments of people's lives because you can insert yourself into the situation and believe this might've happened to you. But by doing what Capote has done though and write essentially a historical fiction piece, he distorts your understanding of events by claiming "every word would be true." After knowing the truth in that key parts of the book are fake, it throw the rest of the book into contention and sullies its name.
The book taken as a whole is incredible. It invites you into small town America, an often fabled, mystical land where seemingly everyone knows your name and people take care of each other. The twists and turns you take as the crime unfolds and the hunt begins for the perpetrators are astonishing and almost unbelievable. Unfortunately for me, the way the book is labeled and the way the author describes it, I am unable to reconcile the book's inherent literary worth and the lies told to get it there.
Incredible novel, unabashedly awful nonfiction. Within the first 10 minutes of the book, you're startled to learn that the author has the ability know real people's innermost thoughts and feelings as well as to describe events as they happened with no first hand accounts. Not only that, Capote has also decided to completely fabricate and rewrite history to better suit his "nonfiction" book, such as coming up with an end scene that never occurred.
This book is in a weird middle ground; it's appealing because supposedly it's grounded in reality, based on a tragic event that happened to some of the best America had to offer. You listen to the boring segments of people's lives because you can insert yourself into the situation and believe this might've happened to you. But by doing what Capote has done though and write essentially a historical fiction piece, he distorts your understanding of events by claiming "every word would be true." After knowing the truth in that key parts of the book are fake, it throw the rest of the book into contention and sullies its name.
The book taken as a whole is incredible. It invites you into small town America, an often fabled, mystical land where seemingly everyone knows your name and people take care of each other. The twists and turns you take as the crime unfolds and the hunt begins for the perpetrators are astonishing and almost unbelievable. Unfortunately for me, the way the book is labeled and the way the author describes it, I am unable to reconcile the book's inherent literary worth and the lies told to get it there.