Fascinating - beats most of today's 'true crime' writing into a cocked hat. This is the novel that used Capote up and he never wrote in the same way again. He's been criticised for inaccuracies in the telling but I think in many ways this misses the point. He uses his writing to bring the murderers to life, to make them human - not necessarily to evoke the reader's sympathy, but to make them people. The two men's flawed characters and narcissism become all the more frightening in this light. I could not put this down.