Truman Capote is one of those authors that I keep meaning to get around to, but never quite manage it. However, I finally broke my duck, albeit in a tiny way.
For Christmas 2005 I was given the box set of the slim little Penguin Pocket 70s books they released to celebrate their 70th birthday, which contains - as I'm sure you all know - 70 little books by Penguin authors of all vintages and genres. The box set is something I dip into every so often, and after a prolonged perios of finding it difficult to settle on anything, I picked a "70" at random and ended up opening My Side of the Matter, a collection of four short stories by Mr Capote.
The first story in the collection is, IMHO, by far the best. 'Miriam' is a ghost story, or perhaps ghostly story, about a widow (Mrs Miller) who lives alone, and a strange little girl called Miriam who starts turning up uninvited at Mrs Miller's apartment.
At first glance the writing seems to break every single "rule" of what constitutes "good writing": lots of descriptions of physical appearance and short sentences. But it all seems to work somehow. The simplicity of the (very) short story is actually what makes it quite disturbing:
"The other people in the house never seemed to notice [Mrs Miller]: her clothes were matter-of-fact, her hair iron-gray, clipped and casually waved; she did not use cosmetics, her features were plain and inconspicuous, and on her last birthday she was sixty-one. Her activities were seldom spontaneous: she kept the two rooms immaculate, smoked an occasional cigarette, prepared her own meals and tended a canary.
Then she met Miriam."
For all that I've read a lot about Truman Capote's real life gregarious personality, he manages to not be detectable in the story at all... there are now judgements, there is no defined moral viewpoint, if that makes sense. 'Miriam' is a fantastic little story.
The second story is the 'My Side of the Matter' from which the collection gets its title. This is much more playful, and I could see Capote having some fun with the protagonist, a recently married teenager whose pregnant wife wants them to move in with her spinster aunts in a small American town/village/house in the middle of nowhere in the wilderness. The two aunts detest him and don't even let him share a bedroom with his wife, instead making him sleep in a cot on the back porch:
"May, June and July and the best part of August I've squatted and sweltered one that damn back porch without an ounce of screening. And Marge - she hasn't opened her mouth in protest, not once!"
And this seems to be when the switch comes between our narrator being someone who is cocky, sure, but who I ultimately felt sorry for - he had to give up his "perfectly swell" job at a cash n carry to live with these two cartoonish harridans - into a young man who is bitter, twisted, and not a little malevolent. His language about his wife becomes more and more offensive, and he tries to blackmail until all descends into violence. Of course, his "side of the matter" is that he is perfectly innocent, but it's plain that that's not what Capote wants us to think.
It's another accomplished story, though completely different to 'Miriam'. The other two pieces are less stories that portraits: one of an elderly woman in Martinique talking to an American tourist called 'Music for Chameleons', and another about a mysterious cripple who is perhaps not what he seems, 'Mr Jones'.
As a taster of Capote's writing, I think it's a very well put together little package, and if the rest of his writing is anywhere near as good then sign me up as a fan now.