{"id":2033,"date":"2024-03-07T22:17:51","date_gmt":"2024-03-08T03:17:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/?p=2033"},"modified":"2024-06-14T23:52:42","modified_gmt":"2024-06-15T03:52:42","slug":"on-truman-capote-and-feud","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/on-truman-capote-and-feud\/","title":{"rendered":"On Truman Capote and &#8220;Feud&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/capotepic.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2034\" src=\"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/capotepic.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"288\" srcset=\"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/capotepic.png 500w, http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/capotepic-300x173.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Picture this: It\u2019s the 1970s. My grandmother and I are walking in Manhattan, where I spent the first few years of my life. (She is the same grandmother <a href=\"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/the-amazing-true-story-of-the-witch-who-wouldnt-leave\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">from my Halloween story<\/a>, if you were wondering.) Maybe we\u2019re grocery shopping, or maybe she\u2019s collected me from kindergarten and is taking me home. I can\u2019t quite remember. I only remember what happens next.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>While we\u2019re walking, Grandmom\u00a0glances in the window of a salon as we pass by. And she freezes in place, riveted by someone inside.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s <i>Truman Capote<\/i>.\u201d <span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m probably no more than six. I have no earthly idea who Truman Capote is. But Grandmom is not an easily-impressed sort and yet I can tell by her tone of voice that she\u2019s clearly impressed by whoever this is. (And no wonder. If this happened\u00a0when I think it did, he was pretty much the king of New York City at that point.)<\/p>\n<p>So I join her by the salon window.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Inside, an older man with a round, ruddy face and sparse pale hair is getting what looks like some kind of vigorous scalp massage. A salon attendant notices us peering in at Capote and says something to him. And Capote glances around and gives us a small smile and a little <i>Yes dears, hello, it\u2019s me<\/i> wave.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>That satisfies Grandmom. It satisfies me, too. This very important person who I\u2019ve never heard of just waved at me. Things like that feel so significant\u00a0when you\u2019re so young.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The name \u201cTruman Capote\u201d stuck with me from that day on, and when I saw <i>In Cold Blood<\/i> in our school library several years later, I immediately checked it out. A music teacher saw me with it and kicked up quite a fuss over me reading such a \u201chorrible\u201d book, but my parents never minded me reading above my age bracket.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>By the time I was in college and had read almost all of Capote\u2019s published output and would have loved to spot him in Manhattan\u2014or anywhere else\u2014he and my grandmom were both long gone.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>This winter I\u2019ve been watching<i> Feud: Capote vs. The Swans<\/i> on FX. The way Capote committed social suicide by publishing a short story skewering his glamorous society friends, the \u201cswans\u201d in question, has always fascinated me. Talk about authors behaving badly.\u00a0Why would he do that? What could\u00a0he possibly have been thinking?<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>With one episode left to go of <i>Feud<\/i>, I have to say\u00a0I\u2019m none the wiser.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>This series should have been a movie, or a much shorter miniseries. It\u2019s not much of\u00a0a feud if one side drops the rope and walks away, as most of the real-life swans did, and so <i>Feud<\/i> is loaded with redundant filler and a lot of inventions. There are only so many times that even the finest of actresses can make <em>&#8220;Should we forgive Truman?&#8221; &#8220;Hmph!&#8221; &#8220;But I miss him!&#8221; &#8220;<strong>Harrumph<\/strong>, I say!&#8221; &#8220;Oh, I suppose you&#8217;re right&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0very compelling.<\/p>\n<p>Also, I realize that non-linear timelines in movies and TV shows are all the rage right now and will probably become even more so thanks to <i>Oppenheimer\u2019s <\/i>wild success, but that doesn\u2019t mean every story benefits from being told that way.<\/p>\n<p>However, the performances are top notch. Tom Hollander is a truly uncanny Capote. Naomi Watts, who deserves to be way more famous and awarded than she has been, is wonderful as Babe Paley, Capote\u2019s favorite swan. I also loved Joe Mantello as Capote\u2019s long-suffering companion Jack. I will never say no to more Jessica Lange, appearing as Capote\u2019s mother Lillie Mae. And as an 80s teen, I always love seeing Molly Ringwald again.<\/p>\n<p>And if <i>Feud<\/i> inspires some people to seek out Capote\u2019s work, that\u2019s a\u00a0good thing. With true crime being all the rage, there\u2019s no better time to check out <i>In Cold Blood<\/i>, the \u201cnonfiction novel\u201d that catapulted Capote\u00a0to\u00a0the very social heights from which he&#8217;d later be exiled.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Picture this: It\u2019s the 1970s. 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