This post is one of a series where I look back on my plum reading experiences as a kid and adult, and consider the many doors that reading has opened for me.
If recall is anything, I believe I read Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood while I was in grade 12. It wasn’t required reading or even recommended reading, but when I spotted the book on a rack in the library, it immediately grabbed my attention. The reviews on the cover jacket promised great rewards to those brave enough to read the story of murder and violence outside the small town of Holcomb, Kansas.
“A masterpiece…a spellbinding work” – Life Magazine.
“A remarkable, tensely exciting, moving, superbly written ‘true account’” – The New York Times.
“The book chills the blood and exercises the intelligence …harrowing” – The New York Review of Books
Somewhere I’d heard that with In Cold Blood, Capote had practically invented a new genre. Using story-telling techniques borrowed from fiction, he’d woven a compelling factual story. In some circles, it was called a non-fiction novel. Others termed it narrative non-fiction. To still others, it was creative non-fiction. Whatever the label, it was a relatively original approach at the time.
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 here.
– Truman Capote, In Cold Blood –
From the moment, I opened the book, I was hooked. The story follows two ex-cons recently released from Kansas State Penitentiary – Perry Smith and Richard ‘Dick’ Hickock – as they invade a farm house on November 15, 1959. With calculated precision, the pair rob and slaughter four members of the Clutter family – Herbert, the father, Bonnie, his wife, and two of their children, Nancy, 16, and Kenyon, 15. Smith and Hickock are eventually captured, convicted, and receive the death sentence.
Capote caught wind of the crime through a 300-word account in the New York Times that was published the day after the murders. Intrigued, he travelled to Holcomb to interview locals. Later, after Smith and Hickock were sentenced, he interviewed the pair. All told, he compiled 8000 pages of notes and spent 6 years writing the book. By integrating vivid descriptions with quotes from the killers, local residents, and the lawmen involved, Capote created a gripping story.
Capote’s telling was so captivating that I finished the book in record time. To say it deeply affected me is an understatement. The chilling story haunted me for weeks afterwards. Even to this day, when I drive past a lonely prairie farmhouse, I think of the Clutter family, the fear and panic the four must have felt, and the ruthlessness of the killers who committed the act.
When it comes to non-fiction story telling, Truman Capote set the bar high. Whenever I write non-fiction stories, I think of the example he set and try to aim high, too.
For more about In Cold Blood and Truman Capote, you might want to check these sources:
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How Superman Taught Me Story Structure
This Mummy Changed Me: National Geographic
My Intro to Sarcasm & Parody: MAD Magazine
A Lesson in Flexing Language: A Tale of Two Cities
Why I Cheered for August, Via and Other Characters in Wonder