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Other Voices, Other Rooms

Name: Other Voices, Other Rooms
Author: Truman Capote

Other Voices, Other Rooms is a 1948 novel by Truman Capote. It is written in the Southern Gothic style and is notable for its atmosphere of isolation and decadence.Other Voices, Other Rooms is significant because it is both Capote's first published novel and semi-autobiographical. It is also noteworthy due to its erotically charged photograph of the author, risqué content, and debut at number nine on The New York Times Best Seller list, where it remained for nine weeks.

“The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.”

Truman Capote book Other Voices, Other Rooms

Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948)

“But my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incomplete episodes”

Truman Capote book Other Voices, Other Rooms

Randolf
Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948)

“It seemed odd to Joel that nature did not reflect so solemn an event: flowers of cotton-boll clouds within a sky as scandalously blue as kitten-eyes were offensive to their sweet disrespect.”

Truman Capote book Other Voices, Other Rooms

At Jesus Fever's funeral
Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948)

“She beckoned to him, shining and silver, and he knew he must go: unafraid, not hesitating, he paused only at the garden's edge, as though he'd forgotten something, he stopped and looked back at the bloomless, descending blue, at the boy he had left behind.”

Truman Capote book Other Voices, Other Rooms

Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948)