So I'm in what could potentially be a fallow reading period. However, one of my friends has been reading the short stories of Truman Capote recently. I decided to play follow the leader on this one and I took Capote's "Collected Stories" out of the library.
I have read some of him before. A couple of short stories, some journalism, and In Cold Blood, although I don't think I made it through to the end of that last one. I had liked some of what I'd read, but at the same time it was hard to shake the image of him as a proto-reality TV figure. But that's unfair. To say that he was a better writer than Dr. Joyce Brothers was a clinical psychologist is damning with faint praise.
My friend had high praise for "Children On Their Birthdays." This was a new one on me and I wanted to see what he was on about. It is an amazingly well-told story, sort of a turning of the Tom Sawyer/Becky Thatcher courtship on its head.
"My Side of the Matter" is good too. There's a back-and-forth here as to whether you should have any sympathy for the narrator, who is very hard done by if you believe him. It feels like witnessing one half of a battle of unreliable narrators.