This book is about Truman Capote and his “swans” – a group of rich, some famous, gorgeous women with whom he hung out.
The twist in the tale is that he then wrote a tell-all piece in Esquire magazine, sharing their darkest secrets. They were incredibly pissed off about it, as you can imagine.
This is not a new idea for a book, but from the others I have glanced through, it’s probably the best. I enjoyed it very much, though at times the nostalgia was kind of unbearable.
Though I must say I think I might give up reading the Acknowledgments sections of books; I always assume that any writer of anything will be just like me – an unclubbable loner who can barely talk to other writers for fear of feeling second-rate, unsuccessful and judged.
And yet EVERY TIME I read the Acknowledgements they’re always like “And thanks to Michael Chabon and JK Rowling and Zadie Smith and my dear friend Meghan Markle and my writing group confidante
Hana Yanagihara and Leandra M Cohen for always being there 4 me on WhatsApp” and I just think BAH and have to buy something online in order to cheer myself up.