Does anyone read Truman Capote anymore? Other than teenagers, I mean, who have seen or heard about "In Cold Blood" and are expecting more? Capote did not write verse, he did not rhyme, but he wrote poetry (when he wrote what he wanted to write). I sat down two days ago with just 15 minutes to indulge, having pulled from the shelf "The Grass Harp" and, again, was captured and envious. Does anyone turn a descriptive phrase as he does? Does any author bring one to tears with his visual descriptions, like a painter as well as a poet? He is not in style now. He is overlooked. When they teach "southern authors", I do not recall seeing his name. Perhaps his later "tabloid" works and lifestyle eclipse him now. I hope it will not always be so. What a wonderful, honest, tender story this is. I hope it will not be lost.