Feels a little like an F. Scott Fitzgerald story. Also feels dated. Holly is presented as a distinctly American type. Free spirit, open to any and all experience, young, brash, beautiful, intriguing. But . . . time has a way of changing how we see things. Or maybe Capote always wanted us to see her as shallow, mindless, racist, and gruesomely materialistic. 100 pages to figure it out.
Excellent start . . . orphaned girl with a knack for chess, taught by janitor, harsh orphanage despite its courtly look.
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