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. Five years, four months and... read more
This is the story of the fatal meeting of two criminals in prison. One of the men had worked for a Kansas farmer and his family and was sure the man had lots of money that the pair could get when they got out of jail. What follows is a devastating tale of horror when a robbery goes bad. The... read more
This is the story of the fatal meeting of two criminals in prison. One of the men had worked for a Kansas farmer and his family and was sure the man had lots of money that the pair could get when they got out of jail. What follows is a devastating tale of horror when a robbery goes bad. The story ends with the hanging of the two murderers and the weird feeling that chance played the major role in the crime - chance meeting, chance story, the combined chemistry of two men who would never have committed the murders if alone. This murderous tale will haunt the reader forever.
“"A mother is still the only one who can kiss a boo-boo and make it all well- explain that scientifically.”Barbara Smith
“"By the way, do you know what tomorrow is? Nancy Clutter's birthday. She would have been seventeen."”Dewey
“"Imagination, of course, can open any door- turn the key and let terror walk right in."”Garden City store proprietor
Imagination, of course, can open any door—turn the key and let terror walk right in.Highlighted by 166 Kindle customers
Nothing is more usual than to feel that others have shared in our failures, just as it is an ordinary reaction to forget those who have shared in our achievements.Highlighted by 113 Kindle customers
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”—Said by Chief Crowfoot, Blackfoot Indian Chief.Highlighted by 87 Kindle customers
“Take ye heed, watch and pray: for ye know not when the time is.”Highlighted by 78 Kindle customers
How was it possible that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this smoke, thinning as it rose and was received by the big, annihilating sky?Highlighted by 77 Kindle customers
At the time not a soul in sleeping Holcomb heard them—four shotgun blasts that, all told, ended six human lives. But afterward the townspeople, theretofore sufficiently unfearful of each other to seldom trouble to lock their doors, found fantasy re-creating them over and again—those somber explosions that stimulated fires of mistrust in the glare of which many old neighbors viewed each other strangely, and as strangers.Highlighted by 74 Kindle customers
“Feeling wouldn’t run half so high if this had happened to anyone except the Clutters. Anyone less admired. Prosperous. Secure. But that family represented everything people hereabouts really value and respect, and that such a thing could happen to them—well, it’s like being told there is no God. It makes life seem pointless. I don’t think people are so much frightened as they are deeply depressed.”Highlighted by 68 Kindle customers
The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call “out there.”Highlighted by 59 Kindle customers
It was the first payment on a forty-thousand-dollar policy that in the event of death by accidental means, paid double indemnity.Highlighted by 50 Kindle customers
Until one morning in mid-November of 1959, few Americans—in fact, few Kansans—had ever heard of Holcomb. Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.Highlighted by 48 Kindle customers
Homoerotic desire is just below the surface of the relationship between Dick and Perry, between Perry and Willie-Jay, and, more implicitly, in the meta-textual relationship of Truman Capote to his two subjects. Whether or not these attractions were overtly acknowledged or even consciously realized by their subjects (Capote thought it was likely that both men had repressed these feelings), they are a palpable subtext of the narrative and serve several functions.The novel also contains graphic, visceral descriptions of murder.
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