Friday Meme #62

 

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The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of Western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansasans call “out there”.

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Nancy was invariably the last of the family to retire; as she had once informed her friend and home-economics teacher, Mrs. Polly Stringer, the midnight hours were her “time to be selfish and vain.” It was then that she went through her beauty routine, a cleansing, creaming ritual, which on Saturday nights included washing her hair. Tonight, having dried and brushed her hair and bound it in a gauzy bandanna, she set out the clothes she intended to wear to church the next morning: nylons, black pumps, a red velveteen dress–her prettiest, which she herself had made. It was the dress she was to be buried.

 

My Thoughts

How disturbing is that! I usually read In Cold Blood once a year and chose to read it now due to an upcoming documentary on the Sundance channel.

In Cold Blood
by Truman Capote
Pages: 343
Published by Vintage
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On November 15, 1959, in the small town of Holcomb, Kansas, four members of the Clutter family were savagely murdered by blasts from a shotgun held a few inches from their faces. There was no apparent motive for the crime, and there were almost no clues.

As Truman Capote reconstructs the murder and the investigation that led to the capture, trial, and execution of the killers, he generates both mesmerizing suspense and astonishing empathy. In Cold Blood is a work that transcends its moment, yielding poignant insights into the nature of American violence.

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