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By Truman Capote

Even if Truman Capote’s final, unfinished novel deals a devastating workforce portrait of the low and high society of his time.
Tracing  the occupation of a author of doubtful parentage and omnivorous erotic tastes, Answered Prayers careens from a louche bar in Tangiers to a banquette at los angeles Côte Basque, from literary salons to highly-priced whorehouses. It takes in calculating beauties and sadistic husbands besides such real-life assisting characters as Colette, the Duchess of Windsor, Montgomery Clift, and Tallulah Bankhead. mainly, this malevolently finny e-book monitors Capote at his such a lot relentlessly observant and murderously witty.

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