Identifying with a Murderer: Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood

While driving on the winding highway through Sardine Canyon, an area sparse of houses besides the occasional farm and dilapidated, weather-beaten barn, I listened with aching suspense as the murder of the Clutter family was relayed to me via book on CD.  I travel this road twice a week for school, and the mountainous surroundings... Continue Reading →

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