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Nye did not, as Capote wrote, visit the home of Hickock's parents within hours of (Capote's research assistant, Harper Lee, isn't talking, either.). During research for his novel In Cold Blood, Truman Capote extensively interviewed Smith and. To research his crime classic, the author built a close relationship with a Had Capote fallen in love with Perry Smith, the more taciturn, more.
Perry Edward Smith
After Smith's mother died from choking on her own vomit when he was 13, he and his siblings were placed in a Catholic orphanagewhere nuns allegedly  abused him physically and emotionally for his lifelong problem of chronic bed wettinga result of malnutrition. He was also placed in a Salvation Army orphanage, where one of the caretakers allegedly  tried to drown him. In his adolescence, Smith reunited with his father and together they lived an itinerant existence across much of the western United States.
He also spent time in different juvenile detention homes after joining a street gang and becoming involved in petty crime.
Perry's father, Tex, moved to Cold Springs, Nevadacirca —, where he lived to the age of 92 before committing suicide, distraught over poor health. He joined the army inwhere he served in the Korean War. In spite of his record, Smith received an honorable discharge in and was last stationed at Fort Lewis in Washington.
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With one of his first paychecks, Smith bought a motorcycle. While riding, he lost control of the bike due to adverse weather conditions. Smith nearly died in the accident and spent six months in a Bellingham hospital. Because of the severe injuries, his legs were permanently disabled  and he suffered chronic leg pains for the rest of his life.
To help control the pain, he consumed copious amounts of aspirin. Smith was eventually paroled, and the pair later resumed their acquaintance upon Hickock's release in November Hickock allegedly wrote to Smith, imploring him to violate his parole by returning to Kansas to assist Hickock with a robbery he had been planning.
Smith claimed that his return was initially motivated not by meeting with Hickock, but by the chance to reunite with another former inmate, Willie-Jay, with whom he had developed an especially close bond while in prison; Smith soon discovered, however, that he had arrived in the Kansas City area just a few hours after Willie-Jay had left for the east coast.
Smith met with Hickock, and almost immediately the two set to work carrying out Hickock's plan. The fact that Malcolm had been sued by Jeffrey Masson, a Freud scholar whose confidence she had won and then betrayed, added a further layer of duplicitous lunacy to the proceedings, proving, as Malcolm had argued, that only a madman would trust a journalist to tell their story.
Such duplicity is at the heart of Capote, a forthcoming biopic of the author of the 'non-fiction novel' In Cold Blood, upon which American awards nominations are being heaped. The film boasts a barnstorming titular performance by Philip Seymour Hoffman who plays Capote as a conflicted, warbling oddball with questionable ethics.
Crucially, Capote's relationship with murderer Perry Smith is depicted in all its self-serving strangeness, with the writer first falling in love with his subject and promising to show his human side to the world, then later abandoning him and longing for his execution in order that he may finish his wretched book.
In one key scene, Capote is seen lying to Smith about the title of his magnum opus, claiming that In Cold Blood is just a publisher's puff. Elsewhere, Truman experiences an almost ecstatic thrill at the sight of Smith's victims' corpses. Just as the horrors of the Moors murders were the subject of Emlyn Williams's elegant Beyond Belief, so the Yorkshire Ripper case spawned such diverse works as Gordon Burn's thoroughly researched Somebody's Husband, Somebody's Son and Nicole Ward Jouve's esoteric The Streetcleaner In Killing for Company, Brian Masters gained access to the outpourings of Dennis Nilsen as he struggled to comprehend the murder of young men whose bodies he had kept in his flat as 'friends'.
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And then there's McGinniss's aforementioned Fatal Vision, the tortured history of which was unravelled by Malcolm with such gusto that one reviewer claimed she would have caused less media outrage had she 'blown up an ink factory, forcing the presses to shut down for a week'. Each of these 'true crime' works owes a debt to In Cold Blood, which was filmed in by Richard Brooks, using real locations, right down to the Kansas State Penitentiary gallows where Perry Smith and Richard Hickock had been hanged, thereby facilitating the completion of Truman's book.
Yet as Capote screenwriter Dan Futterman has admitted, reading In Cold Blood left him with a sense of an absence, an awareness 'that Capote, who was the most interesting character in the book by far, wasn't there'.
The fact that most killers are less interesting than our obsessions with their crimes should be apparent to anyone who struggled through the recent Channel 4 documentary, I Killed John Lennon. Despite repeated attempts to build Mark Chapman up into some kind of mysterious enigma, what emerged was a portrait of an obnoxiously dreary narcissist guilty of a tragically stupid crime. What a shame writer Fenton Bressler wasn't around to rehearse the wonderfully cracked thesis of his book, Who Killed John Lennon?Capote (6/11) Movie CLIP - Did You Fall in Love With Him? (2005) HD
The sucker punch of Fenton's argument was that Chapman had no memory of any such brainwashing - conclusive proof he had indeed been brainwashed. The fundamental mundanity of most celebrated murderers has not prevented the exploitation of their image in pulp potboilers and slasher movies.
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