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Does Capote get the writer right? - By Daphne Merkin - Slate Magazine
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"Briefing News & Politics Arts Life Business & Tech Science Podcasts & Video Blogs HOME / culturebox : Arts, entertainment, and more. In Warm Blood What the film got right about Truman Capote. By Daphne Merkin Updated Thursday, Oct. 6, 2005, at 3:51 PM ET Note: This is the first of a two-part article. For Part 2, click here . The Truman show Long before I ever read Truman Capote's In Cold Blood —with its "immaculately factual" (according to Capote) descriptions of the lead-up to and aftermath of four random murders that occurred in the very early morning of Nov. 15, 1959, in an isolated farmhouse in the tiny hamlet (population 270) of Holcomb, Kan.—bloodied images of the Clutter family used to color my adolescent dreams. Thanks to my mother's transfixed reading of Capote's account as it appeared in four consecutive installments in The New Yorker in the fall of 1965, when I was 11, I was aware of the book well before it was published, and had pestered my mother for all the ghoulish details. I would lie in bed at night, envisioning Nancy Clutter, only five years older at the time of her death than I was then—kind, journal-keeping Nancy Clutter, 16 and rarely been kissed—lying with her hands and feet bound in her pink and white bed, listening in the dark to the ominous sound of Perry Smith and Dick Hickock coming up the stairs in their boots. Nancy was dispatched with one shotgun blast to her head, like her younger brother and her parents (Mr. Clutter's throat had first been slit). I don't know when it was exactly that I learned of Perry's limp, acquired in a motorcycle wreck that was one of the innumerable mishaps that marked his own desolate growing up, but I do remember being intrigued enough by the detail to incorporate it into my re-creat"
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