March 01, 2004
Ramblings from an un-named state in the West.
Began reading Truman Capote's Music for Chameleons. Now I wonder: the deliberately-titled "Nonfiction Account of an American Crime" novella which marks his entreé into the nonfiction novel genre (did he create that? as he more-or-less claims in the Introduction) bears the mark of verisimilitude as does, say, Fargo, which starts off with the title "Based on a true story." And of course it wasn't.
Never mind that the incident which sparks all the crime is a land-grab for water rights.
I would like to find a nice, short biography of Capote. I never finished either Rexroth's Autobiographical Novel or the biography which I have started several times in the past six years -- and Rexroth has long fascinated me, in his writing and in his life. He lived just down the street, on the same block as I live now.
