Truman Capote’s “Other Voices, other Rooms.”

Truman Capote’s “Other Voices, Other Rooms” is a beautiful, creative, delectable novel. In short, it is like a magnificent and diverse banquet that overwhelms all your senses. This is the book, his first book at the age of 24, that immediately shot him to literary and international fame.

It is lyrical, enchanting, spiritual, haunting, and at times it hinges on the supernatural. The writing at times is so effortless that it reminded me of Byron (a super high compliment), at other times so painstaking and thoughtful and descriptive that it reminded me of Conrad (another super high compliment). The dialogue, the story, and the location reminded me of Faulkner (still another super high compliment) and finally the creative and imaginary vision reminded me of Twain (another super high compliment). But, have no doubt, in the end it is one hundred per cent Capote.

The characters are unforgettable, even characters seen only in a photo are bestowed with a richness and distinction that makes them unforgettable. The struggle of young Joel and his ability to survive under the strangest of circumstances while living in a house without electricity and running water and a with cast of individuals that are both eerie and unpredictable, yet, fascinating is engrossing and gripping.

This is the work of pure genius. This is the book that you hand to an aspiring writer and simply remark, “If you ever want to know what great writing is, just read this book. Don’t try to imitate the style because that would be futile and stupid but try to set your standards as a writer at the level of this book and the dedication to detail and character development that is required to be a great writer.

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