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A review by trin
Music for Chameleons by Truman Capote
2.0
Mystery box book #19!
Truman Capote writing fake Tumblr stories decades before Tumblr.
Everyone Clapped, Oppa Homeless Style, and the Down With Cis Bus are all more convincing than "Handcarved Coffins," the "nonfiction novel" at the center of this collection. Listen, I know In Cold Blood was largely/in part B.S., but it was effective and atmospheric and feels like it contains enough truth to be, if not real, than somehow realer than real. "Handcarved Coffins," likemost of the other pieces in Music for Chameleons, feels faux.
Also Capote claims to have slept with Errol Flynn, which: sure, Jan.
And yet I feel kind of bad for him! The book opens with a grandiose introduction in which he brags about his in-progress magnum opus, Answered Prayers, which he never finished; it ends with a piece that's him masturbating/talking to himself, which made me wrinkle my nose and then feel deeply sad. This is not a book written by a man doing well. It's also not a very good book. In every way, I'm sorry, Truman.
Truman Capote writing fake Tumblr stories decades before Tumblr.
Everyone Clapped, Oppa Homeless Style, and the Down With Cis Bus are all more convincing than "Handcarved Coffins," the "nonfiction novel" at the center of this collection. Listen, I know In Cold Blood was largely/in part B.S., but it was effective and atmospheric and feels like it contains enough truth to be, if not real, than somehow realer than real. "Handcarved Coffins," likemost of the other pieces in Music for Chameleons, feels faux.
Also Capote claims to have slept with Errol Flynn, which: sure, Jan.
And yet I feel kind of bad for him! The book opens with a grandiose introduction in which he brags about his in-progress magnum opus, Answered Prayers, which he never finished; it ends with a piece that's him masturbating/talking to himself, which made me wrinkle my nose and then feel deeply sad. This is not a book written by a man doing well. It's also not a very good book. In every way, I'm sorry, Truman.