Chapter Eighty-Eight: In Cold Blood

Truman Capote's In Cold Blood is undeniably a classic of 20th-century American writing, but it is not a book I ever thought I'd read.  However, when lent a copy by one of my closest friends, I figured I'd at least try it out.  And of course, I was hooked within the first few chapters.  This is non-fiction that feels like fiction, probably the most detailed and artistic journalism I've had the pleasure of reading.  Capote slowly sets the scene, supplying sumptuous details to set you up for the events to follow, and then takes you along on the perpetrators' wild ride, literally, as you follow them across North America and get to know them all too well.  Even though I knew basically what was going to happen before I read the book, Capote managed to keep my interest and pique my curiosity, not so much about the what but more about the why and how and when of the events.  By the end, I felt as if I had almost been an observer of the events he describes.  Even if you don't think this book would be up your alley, I'd suggest you check it out.