Wednesday, 3 June 2020

Other Voices Other Rooms



There were two things about this letter that bothered him; first of all, the handwriting: penned in ink the rusty colour of dried blood, it was a maze of curlicues and dainty i's dotted with daintier o's. What the hell kind of a man would write like that?


Truman Capote, Other Voices Other Rooms, first published 1948.

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