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Post by Dirty Santa PaulsLaugh on Nov 28, 2019 3:40:23 GMT
Tru was known for his flamboyant, witty personality and distinctive voice as seen on numerous talk shows. He was friends with and knew many of the society, celebrity, and literary glitterati and hosted the famous Black and White Ball celebrating WaPo publisher Katherine Graham’s birthday. His childhood best friend was fellow Southern author Harper Lee and the precocious child, Dill, in To Kill a Mockingbird is modeled after Truman. Lee assisted Capote in researching his non-fiction “novel,” In Cold Blood. He is considered one of America’s greatest writers, but after his last book, his masterpiece, he sank into depression, alcoholism, and drug abuse. He died at the home of Joanna Carson, Johnny’s ex-wife, with his long promise Answered Prayers incomplete. He was the subject of two movies about his experiences writing In Cold Blood, as well as his novel being made in to a film classic. Added to all that, he also a penned several screenplays adapting a few of his short stories and novels for film and TV as well as create directly for the cinema.            |
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Post by BATouttaheck on Nov 28, 2019 5:37:49 GMT
My favorite Capote film is
A Christmas Memory
It gets an annual viewing sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas .. the season of "Fruitcake Weather"
There is another version but, for me, this is THE ONE !
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Post by teleadm on Nov 28, 2019 18:38:31 GMT
Somehow it has totally eluded me that he was one of the screenwriters of The Innocents 1961, one of my favorite horror chillers.
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Post by amyghost on Nov 28, 2019 19:04:29 GMT
I enjoy some of Capote's work, but if the rumor mill grinds true it seems that a good many of his tales were highly embroidered if not invented outright. I've always had the feeling that In Cold Blood somehow did him in as a writer. I think he may have discovered that his true metier was journalistic rather than as a novelist per se, and that this was something he had not really anticipated or wanted, and he was never really able to overcome it for the remainder of his life. It seems more than mere coincidence that he never produced another novel-length work after ICB, and that he attempted to essentially resuscitate a somewhat moribund writing career by things like the hoax of Answered Prayers, essentially a roman a clef with a journalistic edge that never came off apart from the aborted couple of chapters printed in Esquire, and the novella Handcarved Coffins (from Music for Chameleons) which was another go at the 'true life' crime genre--and which later research strongly suggests Capote made up from essentially whole cloth, stitching together elements of several murders that the FBI had been involved in investigating.
Could be that the aftereffects of the level of immersion involved in writing ICB--not to mention the storm of controversy in a number of circles, surrounding it--helped to propel Capote into the downward spiral of drugs and drink that led to his untimely demise. By the time of his death he was already well on the way to being known to a generation more as a figure on the jet-set partygoing circuit than as a distinguished writer, which was particularly sad.
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Post by petrolino on Nov 28, 2019 20:44:58 GMT
I remember the eternally held joys of discovering texts when I was young. I always think of Truman Capote watching Marlon Brando work out.
Here, with Anita Loos ...
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Post by Dirty Santa PaulsLaugh on Nov 28, 2019 22:00:49 GMT
My favorite Capote film is A Christmas Memory It gets an annual viewing sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas .. the season of "Fruitcake Weather" There is another version but, for me, this is THE ONE ! Yes. Geraldine Page is Sook. This is a page from Tru’s own childhood as much as Mockingbird is from Nell’s. He had such sad and tragic life, yet with moments of brilliance. His works remains.
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Post by Dirty Santa PaulsLaugh on Nov 28, 2019 22:08:36 GMT
I enjoy some of Capote's work, but if the rumor mill grinds true it seems that a good many of his tales were highly embroidered if not invented outright. I've always had the feeling that In Cold Blood somehow did him in as a writer. I think he may have discovered that his true metier was journalistic rather than as a novelist per se, and that this was something he had not really anticipated or wanted, and he was never really able to overcome it for the remainder of his life. It seems more than mere coincidence that he never produced another novel-length work after ICB, and that he attempted to essentially resuscitate a somewhat moribund writing career by things like the hoax of Answered Prayers, essentially a roman a clef with a journalistic edge that never came off apart from the aborted couple of chapters printed in Esquire, and the novella Handcarved Coffins (from Music for Chameleons) which was another go at the 'true life' crime genre--and which later research strongly suggests Capote made up from essentially whole cloth, stitching together elements of several murders that the FBI had been involved in investigating. Could be that the aftereffects of the level of immersion involved in writing ICB--not to mention the storm of controversy in a number of circles, surrounding it--helped to propel Capote into the downward spiral of drugs and drink that led to his untimely demise. By the time of his death he was already well on the way to being known to a generation more as a figure on the jet-set partygoing circuit than as a distinguished writer, which was particularly sad. Both biopics depict Tru as falling in love with Perry Smith, then not fighting to save him from death row because the “novel” needed an ending. I’m not sure if that’s fair to Capote as he was by then long dead and couldn’t answer for himself. I’ve always suspected that while he may have been in love the murder, he knew the Clutter Family’s horrible deaths deserved justice. He was as involved with them and their community as he was their killer.
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Post by amyghost on Nov 29, 2019 1:20:03 GMT
I enjoy some of Capote's work, but if the rumor mill grinds true it seems that a good many of his tales were highly embroidered if not invented outright. I've always had the feeling that In Cold Blood somehow did him in as a writer. I think he may have discovered that his true metier was journalistic rather than as a novelist per se, and that this was something he had not really anticipated or wanted, and he was never really able to overcome it for the remainder of his life. It seems more than mere coincidence that he never produced another novel-length work after ICB, and that he attempted to essentially resuscitate a somewhat moribund writing career by things like the hoax of Answered Prayers, essentially a roman a clef with a journalistic edge that never came off apart from the aborted couple of chapters printed in Esquire, and the novella Handcarved Coffins (from Music for Chameleons) which was another go at the 'true life' crime genre--and which later research strongly suggests Capote made up from essentially whole cloth, stitching together elements of several murders that the FBI had been involved in investigating. Could be that the aftereffects of the level of immersion involved in writing ICB--not to mention the storm of controversy in a number of circles, surrounding it--helped to propel Capote into the downward spiral of drugs and drink that led to his untimely demise. By the time of his death he was already well on the way to being known to a generation more as a figure on the jet-set partygoing circuit than as a distinguished writer, which was particularly sad. Both biopics depict Tru as falling in love with Perry Smith, then not fighting to save him from death row because the “novel” needed an ending. I’m not sure if that’s fair to Capote as he was by then long dead and couldn’t answer for himself. I’ve always suspected that while he may have been in love the murder, he knew the Clutter Family’s horrible deaths deserved justice. He was as involved with them and their community as he was their killer. In addition to his probable attraction to Smith, Capote took enormous flack for the notion that he essentially had to allow Smith and Hickock to hang, otherwise he would not have been able to complete the book; in other words, the implication was that he purposely abstained from aiding them in their defence, which some felt might have saved one or both from the death penalty. Fairly or unfairly, it seems likely that these accusations struck home with Capote and may have left scars. The book would appear to have been as much millstone as milestone in his career, and in one way or another left him not fully able to cope with its' aftermath.
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Post by BATouttaheck on Nov 29, 2019 1:31:20 GMT
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Post by BATouttaheck on Nov 29, 2019 1:33:31 GMT
REALLY Young Truman  |
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Post by BATouttaheck on Nov 29, 2019 1:41:18 GMT
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Post by jervistetch on Nov 29, 2019 7:20:21 GMT
I remember the eternally held joys of discovering texts when I was young. I always think of Truman Capote watching Marlon Brando work out. Speaking of Marlon, Truman interviewed and profiled Brando in 1957 for The New Yorker during the filming of SAYONARA. Legend has it that after reading the profile of himself Brando wanted to kill Capote. Read it here: The Duke In His Domain
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