I'm afraid I can't be as generous as the reviewer below. This book's very existence is sickening to me, as a reminder that no writer's reputation, however great, is safe from the greed of dishonest relatives. Note that the same aunt who shopped this tripe around wrote a "biography" of her nephew ("Truman Capote"), full of racism, lies, and nauseating family gossip. This book is worse, though, if only because she put his name as author. My local library has at least five copies of this trash, yet not a single copy of "A Tree of Night" or other collections actually written by Capote. A downer in every way.