I bought this as a Christmas present for my wife; however as is that way with literary presents, I ended up reading it as well. Sort of "double your money" type of thing. One of the better reasons for giving books as presents I feel. Anyway, I found this a pretty good descriptive biography of Capote with an obvious focus on his black and white party of 1966. The author's well argued thesis that this five hour shindig represented the zenith of Capote's careers is compelling and presented in detail.
The author doesn't really draw any deeper conclusions from this and is content to describe the events leading up to the party, Capote's life and career where it impinges on the development of the party and a brief nod to his rapid decline afterwards.
There have been better and deeper biographies of Capote but this one brought the atmosphere of the party to life for me and even managed to put over the slight melancholy and disappointment that even the most stunningly successful party of recent times has for both organiser and guests at its close. The final descriptive threads of the party, which conveyed to me a sense of Capote's "where do I go from here?" angst, were succinctly drawn with the minimum of wasted narrative. A thoroughly enjoyable, if ultimately unenlightening read.
This is the worst book I have ever seen and the publisher should go to prison for fraud for selling such absolute rubbish that is unfit for sale, it's only suitable for pulping and is not worth anything at all. I would not pay 1p for this insult of a book and am shocked that anyone would dare try and sell this joke of a book.
Cover completely different from one shown, 32 pages at beginning missing inc intro and contents, cheap nasty paper, awful pagination and layout, nasty quality images, generally what you would expect of a self published talentless wannabe writer who has paid a charlatan to publish their dreadful rubbish. It is astonishing that anyone would put their name to this nonsense. How ironic for a book purporting to discuss style.