This books, written in 1948 by famed author Truman Capote, has long passages of beautifully descriptive prose. It also has long passages where I have no idea what the author is trying to say, and I’m not quite sure he knew, either. I believe that the author purposely skewed the intended meaning as a form of art, a way in which to create atmosphere and a better sense of the world in which the character lives.
What it lacks in realism and clarity, it almost makes up for in the poetry and symbolism. The story is a combination of coming of age and longing for a sense of belonging. It explores complex themes which today still balance on the borderline of taboo. Not my favorite book, but being so short, it’s worth picking up to form your own opinion. Four stars.