“...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not strangers: our hands moved towards each other to embrace. I never heard his voice, for we did not speak; it is a shame, I should so like the memory of it. Loneliness, like fever, thrives on night, but there with him light broke, breaking in the trees like birdsong, and when sunrise came, he loosened his fingers from mine, and walked away, that misty boy, my friend.”
Quote by Truman Capote
Work
Some postwar American writers
The book delves into the literary achievements of a select group of American authors who gained prominence in the postwar era. It examines their styles, themes, and the impact of their works on American literature and society. more
Author
Truman Capote
Truman Capote was an American author renowned for his distinctive narrative style and his works that frequently blurred the lines between fiction and non-fiction. His most celebrated novel, 'In Cold Blood,' is a seminal work in American literature, merging elements of true crime with literary fiction. Born on September 30, 1924, Capote passed away on August 25, 1984. more
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