I came to this book after reading Capote's infamous and brilliant 'true crime' novel 'In Cold Blood', and I was left with much less respect for him. There are opinions that Truman Capote wasted himself as a writer, and this book alone seems to display that. Clearly he is talented and isolated moments of these stories prove that, but after a horribly self-masturbatory introduction from Capote himself, it's just a series of wasted attempts that feel like drafts rather than finished stories. Buy it if you must but not unless you have read 'In Cold Blood', a very fine novel, first.